toadscools:

perfectlygenericblog:

toadscools:

i dont know how to explain this but. this might be me. i had a brown hoodie exactly like that. the phone on the table? i had a black and white case like that when i was like 12. my middle school’s classrooms looked like that. this literally might be a picture of me in 7th grade, shoveling pasta directly from a ziploc bag into my mouth like some sort of goblin, reblogged by twelve thousand people on the worst website known to mankind. and i dont know how to deal with this

What’s interesting here is that there’s only a possibility that this is them in the picture.

This means one of two things:

1) They remember doing this, but believe it to be so commonplace that it could be literally anyone in that photo. Like if you saw a picture of someone reading a book, you wouldn’t be like “Hey, I read a book once! That must be me in that picture!” because lots of people have read books.

In this case, I bet their belief is based on personal experience. Perhaps there’s a town out there where people regularly eat pasta from a bag in class. Or even a secret society of such people living all over the globe.

2) They don’t remember doing this, but they’ve done so many bizarre (yet still extremely relatable) things that this could very well be one of them. This wasn’t the most noteworthy thing that happened to them that week. There were so many other, stranger, bigger things going on that they did remember, and this event simply wasn’t important enough to commit to memory.

In this case, they’re just out there living their life. Society told them “don’t eat pasta from a ziploc bag in class”, but did they let that stop them? No. They have bigger fish to fry.

i’ve never been fucking obliterated like this before. i dont know what to do. how do i go on when @perfectlygenericblog produced a fucking literary analysis of my life, wholly accurate, from one picture and my reaction to it. i’m getting this tattooed on my forearm

glumshoe:

remassi:

glumshoe:

zevveli:

glumshoe:

glumshoe:

Was Jack Skellington a dude who died and his flesh rotted away, leaving only the bones? Or was he a baby skeleton born to a mother skeleton? Did she have a uterus or did Jack Skellington’s skeletal embryo slowly come into being hovering under her rib cage? Did she walk around ‘pregnant’ with a fetal skeleton on full view, just curled up in front of her pelvis? I need to know.

h… haunting…

According to the Epilogue on the Nightmare Before Christmas Soundtrack, Jack was born as a Skeleton. This is supported because in the epilogue Santa visits Jack and Sally who by that point are married and have “Seven or Eight children playing xylophone in their skeleton band.”

thank you

The really important question that has come to mind is…does this mean Jack Skellington has a bone dick? And if so, what the fuck would that look like?

baculum 

So that means that Jack Skellington is not a human skeleton 🤔

cornerof5thandvermouth:

kaijuno:

alwayswriting848:

kaijuno:

kaijuno:

So my new English professor is my uncle only he has no idea because he hasn’t talked to my mom in about 20 years so do you think is should tell him

You know what nevermind he’s a dick I’m going to talk to my mom to get dirt on him so I can blackmail him if the need arises

You should write a story about a boy for an assignment and include loads of life details about him that your mum tells you so that it’s obviously him but change all the names then hand it in and be really confused if he questions you about it

Oh my god

Power move

faded-mind:

theangelshavethetimeturner:

invite-me-to-your-memories:

i understand the historical reasons why English is the most common language

but if I was writing a speculative fiction novel

and I said “the language that most people learn as a second language, usually for professional reasons, is also the only one with a spelling system so terrible that spelling words correctly is a broadcasted competition

you’d be like “extremely unrealistic 0/10”

i never thought of this, do other languages not have spelling bees?

#no we don’t