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helplessduck
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Control issues and perfectionism are among my many neuroses. Twitter Diaspora. I swear a lot. I do drugs (the good kind). I'm a socialist. I studied art in school. Beyond that: US Politics, environmental conservation, mental health, organic gardening, and my employer Ramses, That Damn Cat. Sometimes I have really shitty takes. He/Him/Michael/Arrogant jackass. Header Image: Black Bar Avatar: Ridiculous DALL E generated artificial duck. Full #AltText description on pinned post.

That bird has got maybe two more collisions with this house before it gives up the ghost.

Frankly, It can't come soon enough. I hate that bird.

You want some emo shit?

Here's some emo shit.

At least it ain't Anberlin.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K66-Susx-i0&list=RDMM&index=27

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Just keep your damn peas away from my bedroom.

Unless... unless they're Le Sueur Peas, the finest peas on earth.

*does not remove the Newport 100 from betwixt his lips.*

Kiss. My. Pale. Narrow. White. Little. Ass.

Jason Derulo would need decades -DECADES- of therapy to fix the things I would do to him.

I actually would like to take up skydiving. It's hella fun but insanely expensive.

My new white privilege hobby is called double diving. It's when I jump out of an airplane in full scuba gear, break both my legs when I hit the water, and play with a manta ray while I wait on the coast guard to get their shit together.

0900.

The chickening hour.

I'm gonna go spend some quality time, face down, in some fried chicken if you'll please excuse me. Thank you.

Well, I was scared.

I ran away.