LITERALLY THIS. I HAD NO IDEA HARLAN VOICES EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN CHARACTER. I Had To Learn From A Meme

Bed against zero walls: You're a freak

Bed against one wall: Acceptable, but you can do better

Bed against two walls: Perfect

Bed against three walls: Do you live in a closet?

Bed against four walls: How???

Bed against five walls: What? That makes no sense...

Bed against six walls: Stop...

Bed against seven walls: I said stop!

Bed against eight walls: What are you doing?! That's too many walls!

Bed against nine walls: We've gone too far, I don't think we're in normal reality anymore...

Bed against ten walls: Hello? Is anybody there? How are there walls all perpendicular to one another?

Bed against eleven walls: We're definitely not in normal reality anymore

Bed against twelve walls: I think we're the only ones here. Just me and the bed.

Bed against thirteen walls: It's weirdly... cozy over here.

Bed against fourteen walls: Could this have been what I wanted all along? Solitude?

Bed against sixteen walls: Wait, Did you see that? We skipped 15.

Bed against twenty walls: No, this is definitely too much. Somebody get me out of here!

Bed against twenty eight walls: The skips are getting bigger, the walls are closing in...

Bed against forty walls: They're suffocating me...

Bed against sixty walls: Help...

Bed against one hundred walls: ...help.

Bed against two hundred walls: ...

Bed against five hundred walls: . . .

Bed against one thousand walls: . . .

Bed against five thousand walls: . . .

Bed against twenty thousand walls:

Bed against one hundred thousand walls:

Bed against five hundred thousand walls:

Bed against one million walls:

Bed against one billion walls:

Bed against one trillion walls:

Bed against one quadrillion walls: . . .

Bed against one quintillion walls: . . .

Bed against one sextillion walls: . . .

Bed against one nonillion walls: ...good night.

i felt like i was a little freak with all my pent up queer longing and desire and then i read richard siken’s poetry and realized i am still a little freak i’m just not skilled enough to lyrically spell it out, but rather i let it spill out like a malfunctioning factory machine whenever it gets quiet

is anyone else disgusted by the enormity of their desire or is it just me & richard siken

OH MY GOD IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED MITSUAYA HAVE FINALLY KISSED AFTER 116 CHAPTERS LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GOOOOO

"they must have been on drugs when they made this!" = dismissive assumption

"they must have been eating rotisserie chicken when they made this!" = insightful deduction

ovulation is hitting and it’s like the horniess is mixed up with sleepiness and despair in some kind of twisted, erotic threesome in my body

*gives someone so much space that i never speak to them again*

ive found that partially treated mental illness can sometimes look to uninvolved onlookers like faked mental illness.

may someone explain to me like i’m five where the invictus poem first came from, i for some reason do not remember this detail ever 😔

Thinking about how— up until this point— Arthur has kept the entirety of "Invictus" to himself as his last piece of independence outside of John. And how now— when John recites the full poem to Arthur, in what is surely another merging of their two individual consciousnesses into one— Arthur isn't angry, or scared, or upset. Instead, he's comforted and encouraged by that intermingling, because he's fully accepted himself and John as one fused-together, inseparable unit. And that fact, that complete blurring of himself into John, is what ultimately motivates him to keep moving, to keep fighting, to keep living.

dragons and their fire