I Reblog ONE Transformers Thing As A Joke And Suddenly Half My Feed Is Shipping Transformers Characters

My guilty pleasure right now is watching luxury hotel reviews and I found this british guy who keeps accidentally clipping into the backrooms.

He's unintentionally making the best liminal horror content on youtube

how many nerds do i have to shove up my ass before i see god?

happy uhhh. happy neopussy thursday

I found rusty paperclip on the college campus yesterday. I picked it up because it reminded me of myself.

a ukulele and a revolver with one bullet in it played with a massive grin.

I invented a new flavor of ice cream called "psy-op". It's like Neapolitan but instead of actually having different flavors in each stripe it's just cream flavored.

"The next time you observe an American robin in your yard, notice how they curiously tilt their heads. They do this to listen for juicy worms."

wake up babe the robins can hear your brainworms and they're after you

Flirting with an aromantic is such a uniquely one-sided experience. It's like trying to use sign language to communicate with a blind person but in my case it's somehow worse because I don't actually know sign language so anyone who looked just saw me pantomiming to some blind dude. And the blind dude can't just tell you he doesn't understand because he CAN'T EVEN SEE how bad your communication is. Like.... at least with an ace they can tell you you're making a fool out of yourself before you're a week deep into their dms trying to recommend Izumi Sena Love Stage to someone who DOESNT EVEN SPEAK THE LANGUAGE OF ROMANTIC ATTRACTION and it's just UAFaeilALVEA. I can't even comprehend not internally fangirling whenever someone you're dating calls you cute. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW they only view being called cute the same way you do when a friend says you look nice. I.... just.... Logically, I understand. Emotionally, i feel betrayed by the very concept. Socially? I'm inept.

It's not like I'm not fine with aromantics. Friendship is the important part anyways. The logical part of my brain is just sitting there going "This is fine. That makes sense. They just want friendship and maybe sex. That's a perfectly valid way to live life". Meanwhile the emotional half is just sitting there screaming and crying incoherently, and i can't really do anything about that.

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it’s on the mouse - barmaid edition