Slow burn? No, no. You misunderstand. I write crockpot romance.
We're not done mutually pining until everything's good and tender and everyone's ravenous.
ANNIINA JOENSALO
i hear the sound of a fly buzzing in my room and insanely turn into a horror movie protagonist covered in blood sweating and shaking and crying clutching a steel pipe in both hands and screaming "WHERE ARE YOU"
rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between "damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)" and "damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)"
I am also “damn, girl, you wrote this? (forgetful)”
horrible plant ideas, go
Moss that is almost identical to common city moss, but it lets out a deadly poison into the air.
Grass that screams when you step on it
Venus dogtrap
tumbleweed with thorns
tumbleweeds already HAVE thorns
oh i thought they were made up
reindeer are also real
Great post everybody!
Get out
I think it'd be really funny if you could be honest when applying for jobs though. Like hi I'm so fucking autistic. I hate standing up for long periods of time and I don't work well in groups. I resent your establishment and all it stands for but I need money to live. Hire me please god hire me I can't keep living with my parents. Because I'm transgender. Okay fuck you email me back. God bless
fucking forehead to forehead is so intimate like pls... be careful........ our souls are gonna get intertwined........