Me: *enters New Fandom*

graphic based on @poetryandoldermen‘s poem

me: *gets touched by random wave of sadness*

me: so, this is what poets of Romanticism felt

I never used to understand what “making connections” looked like but it turns out it’s standing at a party and saying “I’ve been thinking about getting into the film industry” and someone saying “Oh, Sarah works in the film industry” and Sarah yelling from accross the room “Did someone say my name?!?!?!”

It’s not  t h e  f a l l  that kills you, Sherlock. Of all people,  y o u  s h o u l d  k n o w  t h a t .

What’s up with the fairly recent trend of leap years all being bad fucking years like 2008? Shit. 2012? Fucking shit. 2016? Absolute fucking shit. I’m just gonna predict 2020 is gonna be the Most Absolute Stinky Piece of Shit year to date

The return of the famed fire glasses (and the bullying that goes along with from the todo kids)

I need hugs!

(insp)

Best faces

they’re fuckin treasures I tell you, treasures…