people romanticize social awkwardness and anxiety until you genuinely dont know how to talk to other people and you’re dry and don’t talk much unless its something you’re personally interested in / want to talk about

it’s getting to the point where as much as I love talking to my friends about the things I feel like talking about and being able to share things I find funny with them, I’m starting to wish I just didn’t have any friends at all because some of them shame me for not being talkative or responding to them in the way they want, and my relatives are displaying how they don’t like me just because I don’t talk a lot in petty ways like stealing from me and not wanting to give me food so they tell everyone but me

if you dont want lame responses from me just don’t fucking talk to me, okay? I don’t ever mean to seem like I don’t care so I try to sympathize, but I actually don’t care at all and often times people start talking me when I’m doing something or want to be left alone, so not only do I just not give a shit, you’re also just pissing me off and that sometimes influences dry, short replies

-my aunt who wants to find any reason to call food unhealthy because she’s mad she’s a type 2 diabetic and I’m not

w eats? mashed potatoes + gravy + country fried steak (HAHAHA AMERICA AMERICA 🇺🇸)

I don’t not care about any of my friends or the situations they go through, but at the same time it’s like… I’m not going through it, why do I have to give you advice? Why do I have to respond “adequately” to you? I’ll reply, let you know I listened or read what you said, but I’m not always sure how to reply, if ever.

I wouldn’t eat if I could live off of liquid I’m such a drinkaholic I’m salivating

COME TO PAPA DIABETES!!!

like ok. I could just not respond to you at all. I can just fucking ignore you. seems like you’d prefer that at this point.

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jaguars have the strongest bite force of all the big cats (panthers), and while most/all panthers go for the throats of their prey, jaguars typically always go for the head, puncturing the brain with their teeth by stabbing through the soft temples

compared to leopards, the big cat that looks alike to a jaguar (often causing confusion, even being called a “cheetah” despite obvious differences), they are stockier and more rotund. the best example of a jaguars natural size - Tank the jaguar! he is not obese or unhealthy, this is what most jaguars should look like. (google him yourself! hes such a cute boi)
the name jaguar translates to “he who kills with one leap,” they are known as the oneshot cats.

a direct food source for jaguars are caiman, a cousin of the crocodile! a good cause of their capability of hunting something as fearsome as a caiman comes from their ability to walk on land, climb trees and swim - they are the best swimmers of the big cats! being the top predator of their area code, they can hide their food in the trees, but don’t need to because of a lack of competition, making them truly the king of their jungles.

they also like to chew on specific vines that get them high. stoner cat!!!

I can’t find images of tank the jaguar that showcase his size, so you’ll have to find those on your own - but here is the boi!!!

oh the horrors

8/10
Not as good as I was expecting it to be and a little underwhelming and soft in the flavor department, but still very good. Expectations mostly bring down the rating

zack and there’s nothing your teacher could’ve done because if they did anything the only person getting fucked is the teacher

zack I mean, schools legally cant make you recite or do shit for the pledge. it violates your first amendment rights and the freedom of speech

somnium said in this fuckass school making me pledge:

“pledge or i’ll f**k your commie ass”.

that is illegal and she couldve been fired if you used that against her

did you know that they legally cannot force you to recite it though

eated a whole giant bag of takis, choked on a taki, drank orange juice to wash it down, started choking on the orange juice, red powder all over my hands and face

fuck u
u did yhis to me

https://open.spotify.com/track/4xMxKriZQJ0RJT1jWmqt3A?si=0Yx36e_LQtevmtyVm30E5w

Inexplicable, the lost boy knows
How to-
Snuff out his soul just like the pros
Sleep fever apparitions while we doze
Indivisible from misery
Takin’ all these liberties

Inexplicable, the lost boy knows
How to-
Snuff out his soul just like the pros
Sleep fever apparitions while we doze
Indivisible from misery
Takin’ all these liberties

What’s the matter?
Pitter-patter like the maggots on your skull
After splatter on a platter
Someone had to pay the toll
For the truth, break me loose
Stop comparing me to you
I’m the one who dug the roots
While you simply overlooked
You silly hoe, you give and go
Until you cannot give no more
You’re in a room with sloppy joes
Who only wanna steal your goals
Inexplicable, the lost boy knows
The last to know’s the first to go
So what the fuck you in here for?
My demeanor, temper teeter
Spike the meter, I don’t need a heater
Disembody with a cleaver, baby I’m a keeper
You’re a shitter, that’s a pisser
Under pressure, get the shivers
Overdosage, get the jitters all because you miss her

Inexplicable, the lost boy knows
How to-
Snuff out his soul just like the pros
Sleep fever apparitions while we doze
Indivisible from misery
Takin’ all these liberties

Face to face within this race
You’ve been misled by ones ahead
I think it’s time we cut the chase
And break a path to separate ways
That can’t be traced by leeching fucks
Who only seem to suck (fuck you!)
'Til there is no more inside the core
And seep into the ruts
You can-
Brag about your placement but you’re
Simply overrated by the simple vacant-minded
Who are swindled by your greatness
Get addicted to the fragrance
Start adapting to their cadence
I won’t lie down with the fallen
Think it’s time to make some changes

You muh-fucka
You a blood sucka
Collecting septic in the trenches 'til you’re one of us
You muh-fucka
You a blood sucka
Collecting septic in the trenches 'til you’re one of us

Can’t run from it
I use you to comfort momentary divides
Numb from it
Roll it over so it stays alive (yeah, ay, yeah)

I beat up- I beat up-
I beat up your demeanor
Yes, indeed
I mean, I breathe the cold evergreens
Do I even need a reason?
I beat up-
I beat up your demeanor
Yes, indeed
I mean, I need the cold kerosene
Bleed the heathen

Can’t run from it
I use you to comfort momentary divides
Numb from it
Roll it over so it stays alive

You muh-fucka
You a blood sucka
Collecting septic in the trenches 'til you’re one of us
You muh-fucka
You a blood sucka
Collecting septic in the trenches 'til you’re one of us

Ahhh, ahhh
Centipede step, hundred checks on the ceiling
Ahhh, ahhh
Visceral ends, meet my friend “new beginnings”
Ahhh, ahhh
Centipede step, hundred checks on the ceiling
Ahhh, ahhh
Visceral ends, meet my friend “new beginnings”

I can tell how much this really bothers you by the way you post it so much, keep trying to find them and I’m sure you’ll succeed! Maybe try asking around on social media and hope it finds the right person

I have this problem a lot, actually. I had a lot of friends in my younger elementary/middle school days and I never had proper contact with them outside of school. I can’t talk to them anymore, even if I miss them and really want to talk to them. I don’t remember their faces or their names except a select few, and remembering voices is even more difficult for me. As a person with borderline dementia at least

That really sucks though, and I hope you find them soon. I’m sure you will with the way the world is these days.

https://open.spotify.com/track/2KBYPTSTHjYYOPACrFTkPy?si=kwtW74IVTHqTU5AGqop93w

Yo, yo, yo, if you don’t shut your mouth
I’ma shut it for you, punk

Hit ya (hit ya) with the (with the) punk (punk) tactics
Hit ya (hit ya) with the (with the) punk (punk) tactics
Hit ya (hit ya) with the (with the) punk (punk) tactics
Hit ya-hit ya, with the-with the-, with the punk tactics

Hit you with the hard punk tactics
Bankrolls come straight for the assets
No games, no throw, I’ll pass it
Pick you up, spit you out, like Jurassic
Oh, known for the rigmarole
We kick pros, stub toes, I suppose you might know
Hit the block, then you flock
Times up, now you 'bout to get clocked (ay)

Spicy like pepper, one-two stepper
Fade back, motivated money go-getter
Never felt better, write me love letters
Shootin’ out the spike chain, Megadeth tether
Get over here like Scorpion
Put you to sleep, Kevorkian
Should I assist ya, or do you get the picture?
If you don’t budge, I’ma gonna have to

Hit ya (hit ya) with the (with the) punk (punk) tactics
Hit ya (hit ya) with the (with the) punk (punk) tactics
Hit ya (hit ya) with the (with the) punk (punk) tactics
Hit ya-hit ya, with the-with the-, with the punk tactics

Yo, the laces loose and fists tight
I never lose a fist fight
Son, I’ve been up all night
If I’m gonna do it, then I’m gonna do it right

B to the R, to the A to the E
F what you think, I’ma stay G
H is for hot, 'cause that’s what I be
I-J-K, I’m cold like Slurpee

Ooh goddamn, I drop bombs
I was born with the brains and the brawn
I am the king and you’re just a pawn
Who’s got the high ground now, Obi-Wan?

Alphabet rhymes like chicken noodle soup
Two-door Beamer, pick you up in the coupe
Shootin’ for the hoop, jiggy on the loose
Shark mentality like my name Bruce

Hit ya-hit ya, with the-with the-, with the punk tactics
Hit ya-hit ya, with the-with the-, with the punk tactics
Hit ya-hit ya, with the-with the-, with the punk tactics
Ah!

Hit ya (hit ya) with the (with the) punk (punk) tactics
Hit ya (hit ya) with the (with the) punk (punk) tactics
Hit ya (hit ya) with the (with the) punk (punk) tactics
Hit ya-hit ya, with the-with the-, with the punk tactics

Hit ya (hit ya) with the (with the) punk (punk) tactics
Hit ya (hit ya) with the (with the) punk (punk) tactics
Hit ya (hit ya) with the (with the) punk (punk) tactics
Hit ya-hit ya, with the-with the-, with the punk tactics

https://open.spotify.com/track/6zGtk544xlWZH5zzuBMpyF?si=dVHfvjzwTMq5IvNLOHlE7w

Out in the cold, don’t worry
No need to fear what I am
I wanna hold you with me
I wanna hold you with me
(Yeah, yeah)

Whoa, whoa, gang way
We feed the new strain
Secret veins seeping all into my brain
You can see it in the eyes of the slain

Out in the cold, don’t worry
No need to fear what I am
I wanna hold you with me
I wanna hold you with me

Call me Ingrid Cold, 'cause I’m frigid
Four-hundred thousand years old, count the digits, uh
Searching for my soul, 'cause it’s missing
Blood on the wall, it’s been written
While you walking down the road, I got Terror vision
I might crack a broken smile with my muscle rigid
I might rock a suit and tie with my wig fitted
Got a message from the demigods transmitted

Whispering goes the sound of the wing
They would do anything to gaze upon the light that I’ve seen
And it brings with it a skin job (aw, shit, I fucked it up)
Skin job painted in green, and it’s obscene, know what I mean?

Whoa, gang way
We feed the new strain
Secret veins seeping all into my brain
You can see it in the eyes of the slain

Whoa, whoa, gang way
We feed the new strain
Secret veins seeping all into my brain
You can see it in the eyes of the slain

Came to be something complete in my grief
Broke through static catatonia, losing you set it free
I’ve released the green disease underneath
In truth, it was always me
You’ll be cleaved by miniature silver beams
I wouldn’t ever assume I come in peace
I just came to leave, it never
Matters if you don’t ever ache for the memory

What do you see when you see me?
Pleasant, a point of no return
Herald of injury
What do you see when you see me?
Ever-present, incisor none the wiser
Herald of injury
(Nothing much more than the accessories)
Eating narcotic leaves in defeat 'cause we can’t get relief!

Out in the cold, don’t worry
No need to fear what I am
I wanna hold you with me
I wanna hold you with me