Pickle Inspector
@fondlyRegarding
he/him. Private Investigator. If you got a Pickle, I'll inspect it icon by PR-O banner by Selan-pike
But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. -Excerpt from Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Trolle #poetryposting
Oh, I'm doing just fine, dear Roxy. If I can confide to you--I've found someone I'm very fond of, and was simply thinking about how short life can be. That we should make sure to make the most of it with those we care about. Don't you think so too?
Handle (Optional) None provided. State your business. If you were in a zombie apocalypse and you had to pick one person to stand by your side and fight the undead, who are you picking? Slick would be the best fighter, but he would also be prone to something off the cuff and dangerous that ruins our chances. Somebody reliable, then. Seven. Or the Inspector. https://forms.gle/HaX8uWF97P4Piahs9
I am truly flattered.
garlic 8rine pickle save me
An excellent kind of pickle, I hope it serves you well
DM status? Always open for those in need of a pickle being solved.
I DONT HAVE ANY PICKLES! BUT I WILL MESSAGE YOU SWIFTLY ONCE I HAVE ONE!!
Ah, I think perhaps--well um. That's great, Mr. Deuce. I'd be happy to help you with any pickles.
Summer is warm It is the season of livihood Bright and full of life The season of birth was before The cycle forever turning.. In the fall, it'll start to die But today it's alive Summer rains and warm breezes The moons at their brightest Shut your eyes And all is fine Too - short - ... - its fine - i think > #poetry #writing
A lovely poem, well done
He said, Look. Look. And they did. He said, Lift up your shirt. And I did. He slid his fork beneath my ribs — Yes, he sang. A Jesus side wound. It wouldn’t stop bleeding. He reached inside and turned on the lamp — I never knew I was also a lamp — until the light fell out of me, dripped down my thigh, flew up in me, caught in my throat like a canary. Canaries really means dogs, he said My Brother My Wound by Natalie Diaz #poetryposting
Thanks to @chillerAficionado for the Poet suggestion
What is up chitrclan?
I am in search of some new poetry to share tonight. Do you have any recommended authors at all?
May - I get - a writing theme? >
The Furthest Ring, perhaps?
Ah, it's a part of the universe deep deep into the isolated blackness of space where live the horrorterrors
B33 < the tiger is craving a yummy sandwich
Woe your fearful symmetry the sandwich has no hope
I w★nn★ be pr★ised from ★ new perspective.
You're an exceptional friend to those who can call you one.
Th★nk you, I w★s however just quoting the song I w★s listening to ★nd forgot the lyric t★g
Oh! Well, my comment remains truthful nonetheless. I do feel a little silly I hadn't picked that up.
god 4bid a grl wear her puss on ehr sleeve #likeheartonasleeve #buttornt #nsfw
A girl should be able to do whatever she pleases if it hurts no one.
where does the wax go when you burn a cand}e~?
Well when the wax melts, it becomes liquid. The liquid wax is then drawn up the wick, which acts like a sponge, transporting the wax to the flame. Once there, the intense heat causes the wax to break down into gases. This process, known as combustion, converts the wax’s hydrogen and carbon atoms into carbon dioxide and water vapor. As the wax burns, the candle's glow and warmth come from this chemical reaction. The flame releases energy in the form of light and heat, while the wax molecules react with oxygen in the air. The result? The wax transforms into carbon dioxide and water vapor, which then float away.
hatrs will try 2 stop me from bedazzlin [Attached is a photo of her tuxedo cat taken with flash. He is on the floor with a flipped over container. There are pink rhinestones everywhere.]
Tragic.
I'm afraid he's too wily for me. Truly the Moriarty to my Holmes.
would u guyz kill me n tirn me in2 a beautiful steak dinner if i did my fishin friday 2morrow b honest
I could never. I will buy you a beautiful steak dinner however.