rinsing the sink, running the garbage disposal, fork balanced on bowl slips off and slides into the drain, subconscious reflexes kick in as I shut disposal off just in time, staring at fork, only conscious thought in brain is pitch perfect recreation, ten years buried, like i tripped and hit play on a dusty tape recorder lying forgotten in the room, of let’s do the fork in the gaaarbage disposal!! dingdingdingdidingdingding
POV it’s 2013 and at least one of your friends is chronically involved in the high school theater department
Baffling comment on a post about LGBT stuff. ‘conservatives will say you can’t tell children about trans people without talking about genitals but actually you can explain it like blah blah blah-’ ?? Ok but. There’s no reason you shouldn’t talk to children about genitals?? Children know what genitals are on account of they literally have them.
underrated thing I enjoy is when a tv show needs to have a rat in a scene, and it’s supposed to be like. a wild nasty ass scary rat, but obviously they’re using someone’s beautiful chubby clean trained pet rat. occasionally it looks like they put some coconut oil or something on its fur to make it look grubby. just a little something for me.
i love the just show up skeleton post but every time i go to reblog it i see the comment referring to it as more positive than the just walk out skeleton post and i can’t. i can’t do it. just walk out skeleton post has been a source of tremendous liberation in my life. both skeleton posts are necessary. we live in a two skeleton world. many skeletons, even. can you tell i’m avoiding doing work
There are two skeletons inside you
Fuck. I’m an idiot. Of course there aren’t. One of them just walked out.
In case you’re wondering how smart rats can be, and if Ratatouille is real, then allow me to share this story: I once had two rats, River and Chell, both rescued from a laboratory as babies. Chell was whip-smart and liked to ride around on my shoulders as I walked around the apartment. She would recognize places she wanted to go, such as her cage or the sofa, and I would raise my arm up to let her run across to her objective. She quickly cottoned on to this and, in an entirely self-taught behavior, would run to one of my shoulders or another and tug on my sleeve, to signal me to raise my arm in the direction she wanted. In this manner she was able to steer me around the apartment and would frequently use me as a taxi instead of walking herself. She then taught her sister how to do it too.
UGH is is literally so much to ask that I have time and money to learn how to tailor clothes and embroider and knit and make cakes and bake bread and do makeup and hair and nails and do all my own diy projects around the house and
like I know this is probably so hard to make but my brain says I could do that and I need to do that
btw since this I have been beautifully and painfully trying to learn to cook, crochet, sew, paint etc and oh boy am I mediocre at a bunch of things but I’m having fun
Every time someone says “ingredients” I say “ingredience” in response and then I realize I just sound like I repeated them because it sounds the fucking same out loud