new gay newspaper called Theyβre Lesbians Herald
Author: peasantchick
small celtic child: Where did mum go?
cucked fisherman, about to invent selkies: Oh, havenβt you heard?
the two adhd moods in a nutshell
- overstimulated:Β canβt do it because everything is too much
- understimulated:Β canβt do it because everything is too boring
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Third mood: I can do this ONE THING FOR HOURS WITHOUT STOPPING BUT IF YOU INTERRUPT ME I CAN NEVER DO IT AGAIN
You know that post about how your bones are always wet, and that post about how you shake because your skeleton is ready to hatch??
Combine them to create the ultimate turn of phrase and start describing things as βas moist as an unhatched skeletonβ.
Thatβs explains a lot of things
Listen, I know I have no room to complain about people saying ominous bullshit, but what could this possibly explain.

Google searches for the word βNightβ peak at different times of the day for the US and Australia
this is absolutely wild like are theyre just people who are so confused by the dark they have to google it orΒ
intrusive thoughts greatest hits
featuring such classics as,, Shave Your Teeth
and whom’st could forget, Throw Your Dog Down the Stairs
scrussy

UNHCR director for Asia and the Pacific says the mental health of those on Nauru is βvery shockingβ and that Peter Dutton should prioritise their visas instead of white farmers from South Africa.
βWe have children as young as 10 attempting suicide, self harm and depression is rife, we have 40 children who have spent their entire lives in detention, another 60 who have spent half their lives there, they lack proper medical attention, weβve separated children from their families, and yet you refuse to even accept offers from other governments to take them away from these prisons,β said the United Nations Human Rights Commission director, Indrika Ratwatte.
βExcuse my french sir butβ¦ how the fuck do you sleep at night, Dutton?β he asked.
βI donβt,β Dutton replied – his eyes stared straight ahead, eternally unblinking and dead. They were like dark portals into an empty space. No soul dwelled behind them.Β βI stay awake and howl at the sky in a dark tongue no one understands. I wait for the rats to emerge for their night scavenging then pounce. I eat coal to keep the fire where my heart should be burning.
But most of all: I plot. I plot for the downfall of your squishy human race. Your pitiful complaints of humanity or empathy fall deaf on my ears. One day I will rise up and destroy you all.β
that post was going to be longer but i couldn’t think of anything else and it’s Fine as it is tbh



