dni if you dont support trans mascs

wobbly cat wip; cat body is made from yarn I spun :'D

Yeah that place is good but it’s always soooooo crowded

unconvinced i'll ever find "the vitamin" that makes me all better so i can get real work done but i do expect they'll elucidate whatever my deal was post-mortem, after which what i did manage to accomplish with my life will be regarded on the level of Beethoven composing despite being deaf or Gordon Ramsay cooking despite being british

every book marketed as 'adult sapphic romance' has a synopsis that goes like Auber Crombie is a 27 year old divorcee, free of her comphet marriage and ready to start a new life in the big city... until her car breaks down in the middle of a small town and shes forced to stay with an old fling-turned flame until the snowstorm stops blocking her from her dreams. And Delilah Hay had recently proclaimed herself date-free and living the single life, happy with her small-town mechanic job and working on her part-time queer romance novel - that will be finished once she gets over her years-long writer's block.

When the two of them talk dreams versus fiction over some warm campfire soup...sparks fly, and suddenly Auber doesn't know if she has it all figured out. Delilah is stubborn, but nothing in her life ever goes to plan. Could they get their heads out of their asses? Can they generational trauma found family ren faire plan their way out of love, or are they on a highway to heartbreak hell? Find out in this hilarious enemies to lovers hallmark spicy slowburn sapphic romantasy with Whipped cream, Whiskey, and Whites.

and the title is something like Kobolds Koffee and Kegels

rebecca black was right. It’s Friday

You know Jones soda cap, as a tumblr user i can actually say i think I have.

no one knows if watching a new tv show is possible

it’s the fact that work is an every day thing that doesn’t sit right with me. like surely not

our age of blogs is collapsing

it’s weird that professional letters are supposed to start with “dear.” i don’t even call my mom that

my darling hiring manager. my springtime rose. if hired i will bring a strong work ethic to this position

let’s all crash our cars into walls

see it’s literally fine if we just do it safely

I think we should figure out what age we’re living in now so we can say how it’s collapsing to each other

Our age of plastics is collapsing

I don't remember finding fart jokes particularly funny even when I was a child.

Five year old me, watching a movie with fart jokes: "Oh, how gauche. They're pandering to the lowest common denominator."