I have grown so fond of Ryan Gosling, not even in an attracted kind of way, he just has the eyes of a confused deer that somehow found itself standing in my kitchen and I chose to keep it as emotional support

lowkey kinda hard to access my inner peace and serenity lately

I will never forgive Project Hail Mary for indoctrinating me into the cult of finding Ryan Gosling attractive. All my life I heard the word of how hot and desirable Ryan Gosling is. All my life I didn’t see it, denied it. All my life I had the assurance I was not prey to mass delusion. There just, wasn’t anything remarkable there. And then they just fucking throw some glasses and cardigans on this man and make him sad and cowardly and I fold. All I think about now is Ryan Gosling bouncing and crying on it. It being? Whatever have you. A rock dildo. Markiplier. Any penile like object this pathetic little man is in the vicinity of. I should be killed.

i dont even know where the bit ends and i begin

I've tricked you all I'm actually not a merthur shipper now come with me as I show you the amazing world of Merlin being with literally anyone else

my most toxic trait is i fucking love work gossip. i play neutral not to be the bigger person or take the high road but to hear slander and hearsay from every side. two coworkers complained about each other to me in the same afternoon and i nearly blacked out from the rush

when a cloth mutual sees your wire post

get yourself a main character whos two primary emotions are "little cunt" and "catatonic with grief"