for some reason this blog lost the ability to send or receive messages
i don’t even have the ability to re-enable or disable them
my other sideblogs and mainblog are fine though
nyani
edit// even messaging myself doesn’t do anything i don’t see it pop up reee
edit// i followed myself on my other blog and cant see any posts from this one either
tumblr is a functional website
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TIL you can chisel memories onto walls with ....chisels
in true dorf-like fashion my ss13 character became obsessed with one thing
On the wall, you see the perilous floor which took the clown down a notch while in port primary hallway. The clown is impatient while on the ground. It is engraved as a political comic, with chick saying a snarky line in the bottom left. This took place in September of 2561 on Particular Station of Contention.
The engraving depicts the perilous reinforced glass floor which took the clown down a notch in central primary hallway. The clown is darting their eyes around while on the ground. The cargo technician is doing a sick ass backflip in the meantime! This took place in September of 2561 on Particular Station of Contention.
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i wiiish i experienced painful cramps during shark week and not whatever this prelude can be called moments before the dam breaks
i don’t even have words to properly explain it, everything i can think of makes it sound painful but it isn’t it’s worse
it’s liek the fucking thing’s been out running a marathon and now it’s home to make me suffer
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in light of recent revelations
im selling the rights to myself for uhhh ... $400
any takers
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had my second ever lucid dreaming experience after some chick in a dream-scene prior read my palms
the scene leading up to that point reset so i was in a small, lit closet with some spoopy rotting skeletal guy peekin in for a second time
and i was like
HI :D
I’M COMING TO TALK TO YOU
but of course like the non-lucid version it was gone when i got out
i scooped up my dog after confirming this was, in fact, a dream via the tried and true method of biting and clawing myself, and proceeded up the stairs
except i fell back down the stairs and woke up
so lame
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whenever i hear someone say “oh, woe”
all i can fucking hear is
“owo”
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nail polish in a semi-open break in the good ol’ skin
ow
ouchie
oof
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