w/gaff tape and tie line I can do the impossible

good morning to the beaten and the damned only

so what you're gonna do is you're gonna trim the top off a bulb of garlic, using the knife's edge to take off the tip of every individual clove, that's important. you're gonna place the garlic face-up in a square of tinfoil, drizzle with olive oil, wrap completely in foil, place in baking tray, repeat with a copious amount of garlic bulbs. you're gonna put that baking tray in an oven set to 375-400°F, for 30-50 minutes, until soft and browned. you're gonna toast some good bread, slather generously with butter and honey, maybe a tiny lil bit o' salt. and then. you're gonna SQUEEZE. OUT. THAT. ROASTED GARLIC. onto the butter honey toast. and you're gonna eat it. food stolen directly from the plate of the gods. that's what you're gonna do.

cherry bomb voice Hello tumblr hello blog

I'm your wi-wi-wi-wi-wi-wi-wi witch from the bog

you've met me at a very "yeah i'm trying to work on that" time in my life

but i stay silly! *←said in the most world-weary voice you ever did hear*

Reblog you stay silly

pulling yourself up by your strap-on or whatever they say

Hamlet to a troupe of travelling Actors (Hamlet Act 3, Scene 2): "Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for any thing so o'erdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature: to show virtue her feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure." 

Backrooms (2026)

I’m such a “yay <3” person like unironically a hip hip hooray type of personality

Harrowhark Nonagesimus and Gideon Nav, age three.