Honestly everyone give it up for repulsed aces/aros. Yall get so much shit for having boundaries and its frustrating to watch. You're all getting sent complimentary gift baskets
My one friend group can't stop saying, "See you in hell!" in a cheerful voice instead of, "Talk to you later!" and my other friend group can't stop calling things "penis" instead of "cool" or "good", so I just unironically uttered the phrase, "Sounds penis, see you in hell," as I got off the phone.
First day on the job at this haunted house I get there and they ask me if I can hose down English Willy. I ask what they’re talking about and they take me to a hallway where this 7ft fucking rabbit fursuit looking thing covered in blood is standing around staring at the wall. When I was like “what the fuck is that” they said they found him in a backroom. Apparently they call him English Willy bc the ouija board told them his name was William and sometimes he’ll say ominous shit in a british accent. And he just walks around occasionally screaming in pain. Why the fuck did I move to Utah
One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.
Heard some important information on Twitter today, and thought I’d post it here for anyone who may not have heard it. This is actually a thing, devised by human rights organisation called Karma Nirvana.