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Can someone PLEASE domesticate Otters already?!
OH MY GOSH. <3
I’d have six.
(Source: friendslikekris)
If it exists, there is porn of it.
NO EXCEPTIONS.
I have yet to find tourettes porn…like I want a girl with legitimate tourettes screaming ridiculousness on film while being f*cked. I have searched and and came up with nothing, won’t someone be my hero?
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Sam, I’m really holding back on going on a rant about what you said. I know you said it as a joke and in a completely light-hearted nature, but you shouldn’t mock something like that.
I’m sorry if I offended you.
If I saw tourette’s porn, I would laugh not because of the disproportionate reactions, but because anyone would be sensitive enough about it to tell someone they’re “holding back a rant.” If you’re gonna rant, just pull your pants up and fucking do it.
I use a cereal bowl as an ashtray. I keep it on my windowsill. Ideally, the smoke, when not going to my lungs, will escape through the window and go outside, to everyone else’s lungs.
Usually this doesn’t happen. Usually the wind blows the smoke back into my room instead.
And I’m not complaining. I’m not forced to smoke. I breathe cancer of my own volition.
There is a point but that last part that wasn’t it.
The point is that your smoke is almost always going to end up blowing back into your face and trying to stop it is as useless as trying to control the wind.
I think one of my problems is that I get so mad about things that happen in the world, disasters caused by negligence and greed, rapists who are tried and allowed to walk free, that I forget how to be eloquent and sarcastic.
I woke up in silence, dressed quickly and followed the walls to the door outside. The Rain was hot. It burned to stand in so I started to run.
As I ran the Sky began to change, shift. The Clouds swirled and blended purple and black. There were dirty Cyclones on the outskirts of my sight and they tethered the Earth to the horrible Sky.
Frantic, I put my hood up to stop the Rain from burning my head but it did anyway.
A Cyclone came after me.
Through force of Will my strides elongated. They grew to an impossible length. I could pace and then outrun the Dangerous Wind.
I ran for Hours, Days. It was still raining hot. I couldn’t outrun the Sky.
I came to the Ocean. I stopped on the Beach. It spread out before me, as far as I could see to the left, the right, and ahead.
The Clouds squirmed and throbbed and the Rain turned dark. It turned to Ash and Pitch and Dust and it continued to fall as heavily and directly as Water.
The Water foamed and figures started to surface. Thousands. All sizes. In a line as long as the Beach. they were terribly black. the kind of black that things, ideas get lost in. they had bodies, arms, legs, a head, but were otherwise featureless. they were shadows. they were the Void.
the shadows stood on top of the water. they began to walk towards me. I shifted to take a few steps backwards but lost balance as the Sand gave out and the Earth began to swallow me whole.
the line of shadow figures reached the Land. they froze. Seconds crawled by like Worms. Then the shadows revealed their smiles full of razorlike teeth.
They were painfully clean and white.
the shadows began to charge. The Sky began to crack and the ash and dust poured from the fissures. And all at once the Sky fell. And the shadows lunged. And the Earth was satisfied.
