reblog to add +10 haunting power to your ghost when you die
i hate when a poem is good. Fuck you for saying that for real
ok in the tags, where were you/what were you doing when the queen died
man the first time i heard abt him was the cabbage story he told on Would i Lie to You and he keeps getting better
James Acaster: Cold Lasagne Hate Myself 1999
Bonus:
one of lifes evil ironies is when a kid (undiagnosed w a hereditary phys/mental health issue) goes to their parent and says “hey im experiencing (symptom of undiagnosed hereditary disorder) should we do something about that” and parent (also undiagnosed) goes “no thats normal i also experience that dont worry”
constantly resisting the urge to post every single thought i have on here
seeing queer vs q-slur discourse on tumblr in 2022 -> me slamming my head (softly) into a wall
i have old yarn. should i make a sweater in colors i would actually never wear
really jealous of people who can just... do things. like they dont go through the 39 stages of grief before and the 47 stages of grief after. they just do it like its some adidas commercial. like the spirit of shia laboeuf possessed them. still sounds fake to me but whatever. good for them ig
Mithraeum host club!!
I was walking home from work and thinking to myself… host club and Gideon the ninth. And here we are, many weeks later. Hope there’s a target audience out there to reach with this lolllll