Your Locally Grown Anxious Bi Gal

i invite you over to my house and while we're greeting each other at the door i turn around and yell "down boy! DOWN! NO!" and you just see a caterpillar moving very slowly across the floor toward you

Scream

"I completely changed the recipe and it turned bad. This means the recipe is bad. Two stars."

customers the same in all universes

this is it. this is the best response i’ve ever received on this post. everyone pack up, go home, we’re done here

*sends this to all my extended family*

‘tis that time of year

Tis the season we retell the story of threatening a rich man with his own death in order to get him to pay his employees livable wages and not horde money.

Never lose the holiday spirit.

#A Christmas Carol is the best Christmas story#terrorize the rich with ghosts to make them less crappy people and pay their workers

sadly it only works when such people have things like ‘shame’ and ‘guilt’

And ‘empathy’ too.

take a fucking microchip babes

If you lose interest in someone, tell them. 

If you’re not looking for a relationship, tell the person you’re seeing.

If you’re thinking of ghosting someone, tell them.

If you can’t handle meeting up with someone after all, tell them.

If you’re terrible at responding to messages, tell people.

If you prefer talking in person to texting, tell people. 

If you’re seeing several people at the same time, tell them.

If you’re looking for sex rather than dating, tell the person you’re seeing.

It is not difficult to be a decent and honest, open, communicative human being. Respect those whom you interact with and have relationships with by telling the truth instead of leading them on or being deceitful.

MY MANZ

“The axe forgets, but the tree remembers.”

This is a huge thing ESPECIALLY with kids. To the parent, they lashed out when they were mad and forgot about it, expecting the kid to forget too. To the kid? It was a big moment that defined your relationship with your parents. Stuff my parents don’t remember doing or saying were things that to me spoke very, very loudly, that I was not safe to be open and honest with my parents.

The axe forgets, but the tree remembers, indeed.

Uhhh like to charge reblog to cast???

took me ten years to cut it in half with this piece of shit sword