Day 7

People really should have realized that there was something wrong with me when in 9th grade, I was given an assignment where I had to create a utopia, and instead I created a post apocalyptic nightmare where I was the only one left alive with the rest of humanity destroyed by nuclear war

And Here is a second one

Just a hare hanging around

Why is there the queer urge to hangout together at playgrounds after dark?

The taste of blood

The walls at my place are ugly, so you get a blanket instead

Trash Panda

Tumblr's new potentially mature content label is crazy, apparently my middle school level humor is too much for it. I make sure that anything that is NSFW is marked with a mature label already. Whatever standards their bot used are worse than that of my hyper conservative puritanical parents.