Listen to me now. You're going to prepare the following tools and instruments and arrange them to my liking. You are then going to clean and ready yourself for me. I will tell you precisely what to do – how fast, how hard, in what order – and you are going to do it to the letter. You may not question my instructions. You may not hesitate or compromise. You will do exactly as I say, exactly as I say it. It will get hot and messy, and we will not be done until the moment I say we're done. But if you're good, if you're patient and obedient, then maybe your baking will fucking turn out this time.
one time when i was 14 at the church youth group they brought in a therapist to do a little speech for us about mental health and wellness. y'know. for awareness. and she was trying to illustrate the difference between anxiety and nervousness being that nervousness is warranted whereas anxiety is exaggerating an outcome. so knowing her audience she was like "sometimes you feel sick and you're NERVOUS you're going to poop yourself" and we all giggled. and then, apparently having NO idea there might actually be a mentally ill child in the room, she asked us "now raise your hand if you're worried you'll poop yourself ALL the time" because that's supposed to sound absurd apparently but there i was raising my hand because i guess i was the only little freak in the church youth group with an anxiety disorder that made me get so stressed i'd get diarrhea and subsequently be scared all the time that i might get surprise diarrhea. nobody laughed or even acknowledged me she just moved on without addressing mr. poopy pants. and then later we played hot potato with a potato and i ate it raw when we were done which was probably not a good idea after the whole church youth group touched it i don't know why they let me do that
someday i will figure out who i am and what my purpose is but for now i'm working on figuring out why my partner seems to prefer being on my left when we share a bed but on my right when we share a backseat of a car. i'm running tests n shit with like vials of chemicals, i will get to the bottom of this
i think i'm okay with any pronouns however the ones you choose to refer to me with will effect the ending you get so make sure to read the guide if you're trying to unlock all of them
the fem spirk brainrot has set in. they make me sick, they are consuming me whole. the wives are infiltrating my brain space. PLEASE FREE ME FROM YURI ARFGGGGGGGGG
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