“Bees are the smallest of birds. They are born from the bodies of oxen, or from the decaying flesh of slaughtered calves; worms form in the flesh and then turn into bees. Bees live in community, choose the most noble among them as king, have wars, and make honey. Their laws are based on custom, but the king does not enforce the law; rather the lawbreakers punish themselves by stinging themselves to death. Bees are afraid of smoke and are excited by noise. Each has its own duty: guarding the food supply, watching for rain, collecting dew to make honey, and making wax from flowers.”
sick of people assuming that because i walk around hunched over, peering hard through a magnifying glass, im looking for clues. in reality, i hate clues
I worked a shift at Tim’s work today. Ain’t nothing cuter than smacking your boy on the butt in an apron while you drop off a pile of dishes to him.
My friend Dylan is amazing. Go check out his art and awesome comics
Unfinished monkey business
My friend Dylan is amazing. Go check out his art.
people throw around “sapiosexual” like it makes them vastly different, like theyre attracted to intelligence and intellectualism while every non-sapiosexual is repulsed by knowledge. and theyre right. get that nerd shit away from me. if you ever concede to having read a book in my presence you are going to be physically removed with my huge bully muscles and i will never love you
Ah yes, I could always call my favorite number, that of my beloved friend “guy who hit on me at Starbucks.” Perhaps “guy who hit on me on the bus” wants to hear how I’ve been