all these creatively named generic brands
~*cocoa peanut butter spheres~* getting really fancy here
did they kawaiily pull out a thesaurus or something
they already used the word “crispy” for “crispy rice” so they’re taking away the “y”
(via tumblrisforlulz)
(Source: 9gag, via fuckyeahpuns)
Day eight: like an old woman’s hand.
Day seven: For a bit of a change, my fingers are spread, attempting to show the bruise in between the fingers also exist. My fingers also have a slight tingling sensation, as if I’ve been sat on them and got pins and needles.
Day six: A rainbow of dull, ugly, colours. My fingers seem to warp to the side, like trees in a regular breeze. This has nothing to do with the injury.
Day five: The rotting continues and spreads, as if a hand transplant has taken place & my arm is cruelly rejecting it.
Day four: The rotting begins. Slightly yellow, like that prep, stain people get wiped with before surgery yet with a tinge of green, like a witch. Also, palm bruises are definitely a real thing.
Day three: Still very much alive, but fat, hand.
Day one: Bloated, very much alive hand.
