Me, after every interaction at the ER for a full 7 hours: "No, I totally get now why he'd accuse me of being Aziraphale, between the two of us."
Me, saving drowning earthworms in the cold and rain bc he's too sick to do it: "...Then again."
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Me, after every interaction at the ER for a full 7 hours: "No, I totally get now why he'd accuse me of being Aziraphale, between the two of us."
Me, saving drowning earthworms in the cold and rain bc he's too sick to do it: "...Then again."
donβt ever let anyone tell you that youβre not enough,
you should have figured that out on your own by now
Why is everything so fucking hard all the goddamned time??
When someone touches me or hugs me, know this is the face I'm making:
Something about "Let me honk out a dirt snake" fucking had me in tears in the ER waiting room, last night, laughing so hard.
Spent the night in the ER. Slept from 8am until 2pm then 2pm til 4pm, had another apocalyptic nightmare except I wasn't scared. Woke up into an apocalyptic reality, anyway. Took care of my tortoise, frog, and roaches. Next are my tarantulas and snakes. Homelessness still imminent. I'm dying.
They're like light grey vs pitch black but they're still shades of grey, and need blocked to keep my BP regulated lol
"This is annoying to only me" and "This is horrifically vile and evil" π€ My block list
brown and white fluffy puppy looking up at the camera "you cannot always be happy but you can be brave"
The only feminism is intersectional.
If itβs not intersectional, itβs not feminism.
Bo-talks injection
I wish my ass worked. Ed is living my dreams.
Probably also a terror-ier. Child needs a toothy brushin, thooo.
Someone needs to invent a hotdog roller type bed for you.
A dog's white snout with black nose and lips. Four of the front bottom teeth are showing.
Dog teeths. That is all.
Only wish someone would've. In fact, why stop at him? See, this is a joke, as I'm implying a punch line.
41 is the new 67
Ppl born in 1958, celebrating their birthdays last year: π
Ppl born in 1985, celebrating their birthdays this year: π
A paper spine cactus making a propagation
A hissing roach giving birth to a yellow string of larvae
Since I'm bored with the Easter "renewal" of bird eggs, bunnies, and lambs, here are two things that are currently replicating in our home.
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The shoes are longer than his chest is deep.
A plush white goose with green wings wearing a blue and white striped pointed party hat with a white puff ball at the end and matching ruffled collar. It's sitting on a bookcase in front of a variety of books and random small items.
He's just a lil guy. Sir Goosington is a man of whimsy. He is a man of much goosery.
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After bleeding like crazy from my shaving accident, the blood draw seems like a much more efficient way of losing a good chunk of blood.
Had my physical done.
6 vials of blood are getting tested.
I am tired and everything is fucky.
I wish I was as interesting as I think I am.
Manifesting a build-a-bear mothman with the frosted cookie hat and frilled collar that sings happy birthday and smells like cotton candy.
Manifesting salads and oatmeal and other heart healthy food.
Manifesting a better place to live.
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Theeyyyy can go to hell tbh