Tavallisensurullinen - Ei Siitä Nyt Sitte Sen Enempää

twenty one pilots - Chlorine

– Me kuulimme… Saimme kuulla… Suomi on kuollut… ja sen… jo hautoja peittävi hanki… hanki…

Hietanen: Ruusut ovat mustia / orvokit ovat mustia / kaikki on mustaa / minä en näe

Rahikainen: Tämä oli viies vitsi siun sokeuvestas tännään, anna meille armoo.

over tourism is ruining the beach that makes you old

rb if you’re tired of johnlock constantly overshadowing the murder mystery genre’s true gay icons: agatha christie’s captain arthur hastings and detective hercule poirot 

thinking abt how fucked up steam engine boiler explosions can look. theyre just pipes under there

gives me the idea of a ghost/monster engine that looks normal, albeit a bit battered, only to swing their smokebox door open and a myriad of pipes come bursting out like fucked up tentacles

affirmations: you are not real, you don’t have feelings, you don’t want anything, this will be over soon

shine normal like a plain rock

Trying to turn the feminism off so you can chill and listen to music but after a while you just feel like the joker living in a society