Somebody on tumblr made the pattern for it, here

Isn't it polite to warn for extremely damn disturbing if you link that manga? Or anything by Junji Ito, ar as I've heard?

I've heard that flushing tampons will screw up *something* without exceptions. If it's not your own pipes then it will eventually be grates where they treat the water to release it in the wild. If I weigh my own discomfort while wrapping a used tampon in toilet paper against the worker's who will have to collect a…

Fuck the White House! Correspondents, dinner?

It feels really stalkery. Really damn stalkery.

You're non-gray to me.

I thought one was supposed to mash first name with first name and surname with surname, not mix them.

It's okay. My first thought was 'welp, I was aaaalmost able to do that stuff when I took figure skating lessons at 11. Apparently I was already aged out of that too...'

"A pencil sharpener that has sharpened many pencils is a good sharpener. A pencil that has been sharpened by many sharpeners is not a good pencil any more."

Wikipedia says that bagpipes may have originated in Middle East. They're pretty common in Europe, apparently. I'm Estonian and they're totally part of our folk music tradition.

Holy. Hells.

I second this. Estonian only has "ta". Somehow we all know who is a man and who is a woman.

Jesus Christ. What. How is that even possible?

I'd say it's a thing. It's between a very chaste brushing of lips and a full French kiss. Sometimes it's also funny.

Magnesium and vitamin B6 semi-regularly. My depression tends to flare every winter and during these times I take it religiously every day.

I keep wondering what they think about poor or even middle-class people who are married and then have a child. Having kids is expensive and probably even more so in US. They can't tell those people to keep their legs together, because those people are married and there's probably a religious justification for marital…

My stepmother tans incredily easily. I'm almost impervious to sun. I don't burn that much, either, sun just ignores me. (For the record, we're both North-Eastern European, go freaky and varied genes.) She and everyone else occasionally jokes about it, so I keep telling them I'm the test white they can compare…

That was terribly rude of her. Dear gods.

Somehow no one ever wants to defend my ability to learn. I mean, boys these days have their bicepses and asses and whatnot pretty noticeable whenever the weather allows. I find it quite vexingly distracting.

Long flowy loose clothes are the best when it's really hot outside.