anyone else remember being a child and seeing the very neat handwriting of other little girls and somehow knowing that you were a different genre of person than they were
*vomits up a dinosaur-shaped sponge* alright who switched out my pills
*is not comforted by a relaxing spongy weight in my stomach* where are my fucking dinosaurs
when we try to befriend cats we mimic their meows and get down on the ground to their level and try to gently coax them to interact with us right
that horrifying entity mimicking human noises at us maybe just thinks we’re cool and wants to pet us?
impossible to find a frankenstein recipe online that doesn't start with a freakin novel about the guy's early life in geneva... just gimme the ingredients and method