So, my roommate crashed her bike this morning on a patch of ice and now she has a pretty nasty scrape on her arm and a few holes in her jackets. I was standing outside her door talking to her about it, “Why did you take your bike? I thought you were taking your truck for the winter season.” Stuff like that. Then I got hit with nausea like a freight train. Out of nowhere, for no fucking reason, and so bad I needed to sit down before I fell on my face. But my roommate would have a pretty good reason for being nauseated. Like having a largish open wound on her arm. And as soon as she walked out the front door I was fine. So now the only fucking explanation is that I’m a fucking empath. Awesome. Long story short, be safe, everyone. And make sure to warn your housemates about ice. Else you may find out you’re an empath by severely empathing their arm-wounded nausea.
Holy shit, when did I get 52 followers?
Like… I know that’s not all that much considering this blog is nearly two years old, but shit, I’m NOT popular. So I’m feeling pretty fucking popular all of a sudden.
i dont play assassins creed, but is this like the entire plotline or something??
This is literally all you do in the game
Cephalopods are best pods.
"At level 50 it evolves into a kraken."
is there anything on earth more anxiety inducing than being given unclear instructions and then put under time pressure
It looks like a llama. It’s a mini bunny llama.
This is the best thing ever.