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no mom it’s not a crush it’s gender envy
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the real me is stuck on a poptropica island
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We are exactly in the middle of 6/9/1969 and 6/9/2069
THIS ONLY WORKS TODAY
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I think this is a really good photo of me circa age 16 when I was attending Weird School in the Woods for a variety of reasons such as
A) I was on a bird tagging field trip and got to hold a Black Capped Chickedy in my hand
B) the program I was visiting let’s you “adopt” birds for like $20 and you get to name them and they’ll call you if they ever catch them again. I adopted the one I was holding and when asked to name him I panicked and said “Egg!”
C) aforementioned woods school posted this picture of me on their Facebook page, which at the time my mom stalked for any photos of me since I’m terrible abt taking photos. When she saw this I got a long string of texts that said “what happened to your face???? Why are you holding a bird???? Did the bird peck your face?????” To which I responded “no mom that tiny bird did not in fact fuck me up, that was my own doing”
D) the reason my face was fucked up is about a week prior, I was walking back to my dorm in unlaced boots with my hands in my pockets. This naturally resulted in me tripping on my shoe laces, falling clean out of my boots and with my hands stowed in their pockets I instead broke the fall with my face. Moments later, my history teacher found me, lying face down and unshod on the pavement and flipped me over. “You all right kiddo??” He asked. I could not reply because I had the wind knocked out of me. “In all my years, I’ve never seen someone fall OUT of their boots! Ha!”
When I got back to the dorm, I tried to convince everyone I had fought a bear. While this argument held more weight in northern Wisconsin than in my native Chicago, I failed to pursuade. Also the history teacher told everyone in class the next day about how I fell out my shoes and ate pavement. Fond memories :’)
Did they ever call you about Egg?
i have sadly never heard from my avian son Egg. I hope he’s doing well out there, chirping and hopping
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I think this is a really good photo of me circa age 16 when I was attending Weird School in the Woods for a variety of reasons such as
A) I was on a bird tagging field trip and got to hold a Black Capped Chickedy in my hand
B) the program I was visiting let’s you “adopt” birds for like $20 and you get to name them and they’ll call you if they ever catch them again. I adopted the one I was holding and when asked to name him I panicked and said “Egg!”
C) aforementioned woods school posted this picture of me on their Facebook page, which at the time my mom stalked for any photos of me since I’m terrible abt taking photos. When she saw this I got a long string of texts that said “what happened to your face???? Why are you holding a bird???? Did the bird peck your face?????” To which I responded “no mom that tiny bird did not in fact fuck me up, that was my own doing”
D) the reason my face was fucked up is about a week prior, I was walking back to my dorm in unlaced boots with my hands in my pockets. This naturally resulted in me tripping on my shoe laces, falling clean out of my boots and with my hands stowed in their pockets I instead broke the fall with my face. Moments later, my history teacher found me, lying face down and unshod on the pavement and flipped me over. “You all right kiddo??” He asked. I could not reply because I had the wind knocked out of me. “In all my years, I’ve never seen someone fall OUT of their boots! Ha!”
When I got back to the dorm, I tried to convince everyone I had fought a bear. While this argument held more weight in northern Wisconsin than in my native Chicago, I failed to pursuade. Also the history teacher told everyone in class the next day about how I fell out my shoes and ate pavement. Fond memories :’)
Did they ever call you about Egg?
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weird how poetry is really, deeply embarrassing but also the only thing that matters
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this was for a sound design class
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I’m still recovering right now
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💛🐝💛🐝💛🐝
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Being a fire sign is just thinking whenever ur bored or sad that maybe u should start a bar fight or spend $500 on specialty glassware or burn every relationship u have or fuck off to a different country for a year
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I made a tumblr phrase generator because I think I’m fucking funny
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Concept: a character designer who’s horny on main but only horny for his male characters and not his female characters
Female characters: *short fat woman, tall thin lanky woman, average height woman with muscles a lil chub, woman with a pear shaped body, old hunched over woman, non humanoid character*
Male characters: *buff half naked dude, buff half naked dude, buff half naked dude, buff half naked dude, buff half naked dude, buff half naked dude*
Michelangelo
Buff completely naked dude for him actually
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From the mouth of a One Percenter -
Abigail Disney
!!!!!!!!!!!
“Yes, there is a superyachtinvestor.com. Go look at it and it will make you so angry, you could chew glass.”we stan class traitors on this blog
Abigail Disney has no control or input on the operations of the corporation, she is a Disney heiress and, in that respect, nothing else. She puts her money towards philanthropy, especially women’s movements around the globe and peace organizations like Peace is Loud and the Global Fund for Women. She is a documentary filmmaker who explores these themes as well.
There are problematic family investments she earns money from that, legally, she cannot divest from. Instead, she donates these profits to charities that counter to those investments.
Reblogging this version because I needed to read this after watching the video
She’s also written multiple times about Disney needing to pay its workers better.
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y’all I’m happy all the new fans are here but I’m begging y’all to use neilman’s tag wisely like before you hit that @ button please take a second both to think “does neil, a real human man, really want or need to see this” and also “does the OP, a real human person, really want or need neilman to see this”
Please be thoughtful towards the man he deserves peace
