Comettingmurder - Cometting Murder

Earlier today, my 11 year old sister pointed at a crosswalk sign, said, "The crosswalk man understands how I feel." And then said nothing else for all of two hours. Preteens are wild.

The world will never know that I had a borderline addiction to animal figurines when I was four

My best friend watched Dead Poets Society so many times on YouTube at school that our school has banned that one movie specifically. Some day, I hope to love something with that much passion, he's truly an inspiration to us all

Root beer is awesome-

Here's me! My little flowers are marigolds (my favorites), and I desperately need a haircut or dysphoria might eat me alive, but yeah!

@gigglesum @ketchup-will-live-through-this @fall1ngawayfromm3

Tag game: make yourself as a little guy

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Tagging: @thiamsxbitch @rhyslahey @myinnerguineapig and whoever else is up for doing it 💙

Making friends on this site scares me. I want little Tumblr friends to shove into microwaves but I am frightened. That's it, that's the brain noises for today

MANIFESTING

Don't forget your zip code map when coming up with fake zip codes! All US zip codes will start with one of these numbers

Remember: the more difficult you make it for them to realize a report is false, the more useless you make the portal.

I love this goofy piece of broccoli, he's perfect

BONK *fanfare*

You're sentenced to life in prison. What'd you do? Who's your one call?

They decide that you're gonna have to go to the row of no returns (I was tryna make it sound less dark, but now it sounds more dark), what's your last meal?

Oooo, these are some good ones- Okay, let's see.

So, sentenced to life, I guess I'd ask for a journal or notebook or something to write in. Get my stories to the page, y'know? Either the fictional stuff I make up in my head or my actual life story to prove my innocence (or justify myself because I'm gonna be honest, if I ever do anything bad enough to get sentenced to any time in prison, there's gonna be a damn good reason behind it). It'd be a way to pass time, and who knows, might secure me an honorable spot in people's memories if it ever gets published.

My one call would 100% be my irl best friend. That's my pookie, and that bastard needs to know everything so he can visit (and try to break me out but shhhhhh-)

And if I had to pick a last meal, I'd say I want the loaded baked potato and smoked mac & cheese from my local BBQ truck. That stuff is the food of gods. If I'm gonna go out, I will go out with the ultimate satisfaction.

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