"Where’s your father?" "He locked himself in the bathroom because he saw another dad drinking from a #1 Dad mug"
FEELING LIKE YOU ANNOY THE ONLY PERSON YOU WANT TO TALK TO SUCKS
I hate it when you are having a bad day and everyone takes it personally, like no i hate myself, not you. get the fuck over yourself.
wow i’m actually so glad this post has been made
”A product of U.S. Army-sanctioned mass slaughter of American bison in the 1800s, these bison skulls are waiting to be ground for fertilizer, most likely in the American midwest. The slaughter was so effective that the population of bison in the U.S. is estimated to have dropped from around 60 million in 1800 to as few as 750 in 1890.”
They were slaughtered as part of a U.S. Government Policy to rid the plains of the main food source of the tribes that lived there.
"…to rid the plains of the main food source of the tribes that lived there."
America has been stuck on genocide ever since white people landed here.
I volunteered at an animal shelter yesterday and while I was hosing down the dozenth dirty dog kennel I thought to myself “why am I doing this without pay again?” and then I walked into the room with like 15 kittens in it and they all started meowing at me and I was like, yes, that’s why
god: let there be light!
boy: haha and then what? (;
[AGGRESSIVELY APOLOGIZES FOR BEING A BAD FRIEND AND AN UNPLEASANT PERSON TO BE AROUND]
That awkward moment in a writer’s life when you have the urge to email a tiny country store in Vermont to ask whether or not they sell paprika
I’m gonna do it I’m gonna email them
I did the thing
THEY DON’T SELL PAPRIKA
GOD BLESS AUTHORS WHO CARE THIS MUCH ABOUT ACCURACY
my essay isn’t done but i sure am
My art style is called inconsistent