- interspecies and gay marriage is allowed (you can be a lizard guy and marry a werewolf dude if you want)
- you can kill things by yelling at them
- you can punch bears
- you can secretly shove 100 potatoes in someone’s pocket
- there are lizard furry porn books scattered all across the place
My shrimp is so weird like when I touch it, it changes colors and kinda spasms sometimes idk
like it was kinda pinkish and then it turned red and now its yellow
and it has a stripe that wasn’t there before
MY PET SHRIMP
This is worth the read.
"I said you’re a jewel. You say jewels are dull unless you shine a light on them. That’s because I was wrong. You’re so much more than a jewel. You’re the light shining in the dust that sparkles in the beautiful light. You’re every single pinprick in the night sky that’s holding up the world so everyone can see how beautiful everything is. The rest of the world is but a moth trying to share your light. Every moth that gets to share your light is warm and happy. They’re dancing with the dust in the air and appreciating your magnificence. Just like the light, with your presence alone is the greatest present to some. When you tie yourself down, they want to untie you, unwrap you, take you out of the dark and into the light where you belong. The dust that dances in your presence is bits of jewels falling from your body because you’re something more beautiful than you could possibly imagine. You shine like a rainbow with all of the shards of prismatic light emanating and falling from you. I want you to know no matter how dark the world gets, you carry a never ending light with you no matter where you go. So, shine on.
You’re a butterfly unaware of the painting on your back. You’re a piece of paradise surrounding by a sea of beauty that you just can’t see. You’re a gorgeous moth flying into the light of the sun and you’re a pink sunset over a snow filled ground. You’ve got planets inside of you and places nobody is ever going to see. You’re a piece of paradise, your own paradise dreaming of a day when the sun will shine on you. Don’t be the wheel that broke the butterfly, be the butterfly. And fly on."
Rape isn’t about uncontrollable sexual desire. You only have to listen in on a Call of Duty game to see that. When that kid crows, “I raped you!”, he’s not calling the other guy sexy; he’s saying he defeated him, dominated him, humiliated him. That’s what rape is about, and that should scare you.
gonna reblog this till I stop tumbling