Because, somehow, posting pictures of my face on the Internet makes me feel like marginally less of a hot mess.


This little box is gonna tell me my fate!

God, my life is so over-dramatic.

This little box is gonna tell me my fate!

God, my life is so over-dramatic.



Don’t mind her, that’s just the alien brain-worm talking.

Don’t mind her, that’s just the alien brain-worm talking.


airspaniel:

drunkwario:

Anon hate from the late 1800’s.

What I love most about this is that this person was SO INCENSED at the recipient that they couldn’t even wait the days/weeks it would take for the mail to go through. No, they had to say “FUCK YOU” as soon as fucking possible and, AND, let the recipient that they were not done with the fuck you, nay, this was merely the first volley in what would undoubtably be a dressing down of Biblical proportions.

airspaniel:

drunkwario:

Anon hate from the late 1800’s.

What I love most about this is that this person was SO INCENSED at the recipient that they couldn’t even wait the days/weeks it would take for the mail to go through. No, they had to say “FUCK YOU” as soon as fucking possible and, AND, let the recipient that they were not done with the fuck you, nay, this was merely the first volley in what would undoubtably be a dressing down of Biblical proportions.

(via liaracat)


Well so far I have seen only one dick and about 10,000 inspirational quotes. Holy shit, people, put yourself in the photo, no-body wants to date your fucking inspirational quotes, they want to date you.

But really I’m not too upset about the dick famine.


I’m apparently such a devoted online-dater that I get to be a mod on OKC now. So far I’ve just marked some bland not-the-users, but I’m sure a dark tide of dicks is a commin’.


binart:

headcanon! cats love dave so he adopts one and lovingly names it dorito and brings it everywhere with him (b/c he loves cats too)

binart:

headcanon! cats love dave so he adopts one and lovingly names it dorito and brings it everywhere with him (b/c he loves cats too)

(via genetically-terminal)


aviarei:

The first thing I thought of when I saw Karkat’s Envelope pockets in the recent Paradox Space comic

(via xicecoldx)


But on the other hand I get to have Botox injected into my shoulder. That’s sort of cool.

(My shoulders aren’t wrinkly, it’s a treatment for certain movement disorders)


You know when you’re vaguely sick, or you’ve got that one funny symptom, and you google it, or you go on WebMD, and it tells you you’ve probably got Horrible Ultradeath Syndrome? But you know it’s bullshit, so you laugh, make a doctor’s appointment, and figure they’re either gonna shrug and say it’ll go away on its own or tell you it’s something basically benign?

That’s the sort of state of mind I was in. Only then the doctor says, no, Horrible Ultradeath Syndrome actually explains your symptoms very well, let’s test for it. And of course it’s the sort of test that’s gonna take at least a month to get answers from.

Ignorance is pretty fucking far from bliss.


I finally got to see a neurologist this morning.

She was very helpful and thorough, which should be great because I went in there afraid I wasn’t going to get any answers and I’d just have to sit on my ass for months.

Instead, she’s prescribed a temporary treatment, and recommended a sort of cane to help me balance. And she ordered a genetic test for a possible candidate. So really I got more than I expected.

Only problem is, that possible candidate is the very worst thing it could be, and I went in there thinking I’d be a total hypochondriac to even consider something so serious. And I keep telling myself it’s just a precaution, I have no known family history, blah blah, but still. Scary shit.


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Over the past year, my sexual fetishes have been slowly getting more perverse; But it wasn't until I spanked a statue that I realized I'd hit rock bottom.
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me: hm maybe i'll try to write something emotionally captivating and moving; delicate yet powerful, really push the boundaries of experimental introspection. but i'll need some music to set the right mood.
me: *plays talk dirty to me on full blast*
me: perfect.

s-opal:

breaking news: equius’s secret revealed!!
(redrawing of a really old thing)
and bonus:

s-opal:

breaking news: equius’s secret revealed!!

(redrawing of a really old thing)

and bonus:

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(via theknavedave)