Please reblog if you know anyone who might take party drugs.
I’m not an emt yet, but everytime I see someone do drugs, I just hope they’re smart enough to remember these points.
As an nurse with ER experience, same thing. Dear God please just tell us what you took. I will not tell anyone from law enforcement or your parents or whoever, I just need to know so I can save your life. Please.
i catch myself thinking of people automatically as “he” or “she” when i can’t even see their face, like in theoretical situations or in things like videos where you can only see the person’s hands
it just feels so dumb when i realize i’m doing it though
like “you literally have no idea what they appear to be, let alone what they actually identify as”
i guess part or most of that is societal conditioning, but it still seems strange
i think about this video almost every day and i am so frightened of it
it’s only acceptable if it’s edible
if not, it is evil and should be destroyed
OH DUDE I have tried this thing! It is WAY too much trouble and not that tasty but it is kinda impressive how it manages to mimic the flavors— not of real juicy burgers and fries but of “cardboard” fast food.. I imagine it’s what it would taste like if you asked a Star Trek replicator to make a Big Mac.
when people interrupt me to ask a question, the answer to which i was just about to say
or when I say something and someone asks a question that I literally just gave the answer to
basically: exceptionally poor listening skills
"trust me, fighting in heels like that is a bitch" -kayleckami
kate what exactly have you been doing
kate are you sailor moon
kate are you batman
kate are you sailor batmoon
tumblr user kayleckami confirmed for sailor batmoon
I will draw this eventually.
is your comedy relief a politely sassy british butler cat
my hand slipped
"Mistress Katelyn, I’ve drawn you a bath. See, it’s a very detailed drawing. But really, do at least shower because you reek of filth and crime."
"Good morning Mistress Katelyn. You’ve got an important business meeting for the future of KateCorp. in…oh, say, twenty minutes. And don’t give me that look; it isn’t my fault you crawled through the door at five in the morning.”
"Oh dear. What would the poor girl do without me?"
I couldn’t even answer my parents’ “What do you want for your birthday,” let alone even guess at what someone else thinks I’d like.