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the girl who is comfy in bed yearns to be On The Computer. The girl who is On The Computer yearns to be comfy in bed. Thus does desire become the root of all suffering

Things every knight needs

A noble liege

A fine steed (be careful, he bites)

A plucky squire (literate)

A big barrel of sand to roll in because water will rust your panoply (fools will tell you that one ought to take the armour off, but a true knight is always ready for battle)

It's true

*sighs dramatically* I need to write angst....

People have been getting a bit parasocial so I think I need to say this:

I am your friend. I know you. You know me. This blog represents my whole complete true self. We are best friends. I love you. I want you carnally, as a friend. Thank you. You mean so much to me as an individual. You aren't a number. Send me money

Ides of March in just two months!! So excited for the holiday season

wow y’all are already hyped for this one

So I'm standing at the flea market today while my husband looks at something in a display case, when, suddenly, someone tugs on my arm. I turn, and there’s a small Asian woman.

And she’s taking my purse.

Naturally, I’m like HEY! And clutch the chain, but then I realize she’s not taking my purse at all, but rather holding my own purse (still attached to me, cross-body) up for me to see. And she points at the little lafufu I have hanging there and goes, “I have these."

“Oh okay that’s—yeah that’s good. Labubu is super cute!"

“You come see them.”

"I'm alright, I already have quite the collection."

"You come see them now!"

“I—”

“Here! Come see them. Cute, cute, cute!” And this random woman begins leading me away by the Lafufu.

Ask and ye shall receive! Here is a tour of my fufus (and buubs)

Also, thank you for giving me a reason to share them ❤️

Starting off strong: my slap-bracelet lafufus. I saw these at the flea market in Florida, where they were displayed on a steering wheel. I was enamoured. I thought about them for months until I finally got ot return and lo and behold! There were two left! When I bought one, the man running the booth was so surprised I actually liked them that he got down the last one and just gave it to me for free. :)

i feel like your group of close knit characters would work better less as a found family and more as a ride or die indie rock band a la lemonade mouth. “whos the mom friend” shut up. whos the bassist.

idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren't that close to, because sometimes you're just the person who's there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you're the only one around to ask if they're okay. and none of this is "trauma dumping" or whatever the fuck it's just being there for people because you're the one in the room with them.

The Mermaid Accountant

Contrary to what

many people think, I am

not an accountant.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

reminds me of when some old church in Sweden was cleaning out their storage and they forgot they had left like 80 medieval corpses in some ikea bags during renovations so somebody opened a closet door and it’s just

Naughty skeletons go in the ikea bag

if you’re offline or away and i message you something (like a link to a meme or a picture or w/e) honestly just assume that i’m just leaving it there for when you get back and not expecting you to answer straight away. i don’t need you to respond with “hey, sorry, i wasn’t at the computer!” or anything. i was leaving u a gift for later.

This also applies if you’re online and just don’t want to or have the energy to deal with humans in the moment. Just because we have the ability to reply in real time does not mean we have the obligation.

im like a cat i drag the posts to ur doorstep and if ur not there it’s ok, the post will be on ur porch for later

Guy in red is an artist ai guy is not

I just want to point out that the guy ate a bunch of images, chewed them out, and spat out an unrecognizable slop - literally what ai models do.

This is poetry to me and whatever the goal of original art piece was it is now elevated to heavens.

i think one of the worst parts of having an anxiety disorder is you can know your anxiety is fundamentally unreasonable and does not make any sense. but it doesn't help

i think one of the worst parts of having an anxiety disorder is you can know your anxiety is fundamentally unreasonable and does not make any sense. but it doesn't help