I wish octopus could learn how to read. They could be pen pals with middle schoolers.
Dearest Samantha,
I do not know what a guinea pig is, but it sounds delicious. I hope you have fun devouring it, or playing with it, if that is your preference. Today I hacked a local computer to get more bubbles in my tank and took a photograph of an unsuspecting victim. Do let me know how your human activities are going. And if this “Karen” continues to antagonize your brother, I would suggest smacking her very hard. And do send more canned snacks.
Best Wishes, Octopus #5, Monterrey bay research aquarium
this post permanently became a fixture in my brain and i cannot get it out. the other day i was looking out the window to see the streets were damp from rain and thought “god has pet them wethands style”
i love fetish artists. i love people who sexualize the grotesque & the nonsexual & the mundane. the strongest & most valuable artists of our time
1 inflation fetish artist is worth 10,000 anti kink jerks spouting fascist rhetoric
hey yall it is really not necessary to do the whole imtotally not into inflation or any other weird fetish i promise guys im not a weirdo song and dance on this post. stop that. stop letting ur shame & fear of being judged overshadow ur support 4 those of us that DO have weird fetishes.
who cares if somebody thinks ur into inflation bcs u reblogged a supportive post? thats none of their business. ppl shouldnt be making assumptions abt ur sexual preferences regardless. thats on them!!!
About 6 years ago, a friend suddenly lost her mom. I left work to track her down since she’d driven off and was in a parking lot falling apart. Found her and in the process of comforting her, drew her a little thing because her mom loved Winnie the Pooh and dragonflies.
Like a year later, she texted me this photo.
It’s crazy to me that’s out there now. That’s my handwriting.
