I’m an eternally optimistic, nerdy, tattooed, chubby, 20-year-old atheist from Ontario, Canada (the best place ever). I have a normal job, but I'm also a writer and artist. I have a cat named Luna whom I love more than anything, I collect animal teeth and bones, and Halloween is my favourite day of the year. My main interests are (in no order) history, fall, horror, reading, writing, antiques, tea, folk metal, cute animals, weird animals, rum, learning, Canadian culture, Nintendo, cartoons, and anime and manga. I love being alone, but I also love talking to people so feel free to send me a message.
(Formerly “emilyclocke”, “corrinda”, and “impoliteandevil”)
You would think that teenagers would be the most rudest customers when really it’s mostly old, middle-aged people.
there’s a special place in hell reserved just for me
it’s called the throne
i don’t entirely remember taking these photos of Mitts… but…
hey… it’s Mi(tts)kasa
it’s a living teddy bear
How to tell if it was a gunshot or fireworks: gunshots don’t echo, fireworks do.
thaNK YOU SO MUCH
the fact that anyone might commonly need to know this terrifies me
clearly you’re not from america
In rural Canada you hear both gunshots and fireworks, but in suburban Canada it’s always fireworks. It’s scary that Americans hear gunshots in the suburbs.
what happened in roughly 1870 though
why was there temporary internet
with a few people searching for pokemon?
finally my child can safely ram her fucking head into a doorknob this is what the future is all about what a time to be alive