Someone asked for my pronouns the other day, and nobody ever asks, so in a flustered moment of weakness I replied "Oh, I see you've sensed my queer energy", like some kind of dungeon warlock

at least 2 of the disciples are behind it too apparently 

When something tragic happens, tumblr is the only social platform you can escape to. The whole world could be in shambles and y’all are shitposting and reblogging pictures of tiramisu as usual.

I always come back with a renewed appreciation of chronologically ordered posts. Just seeing shit in correct order is comforting.

Ned’s Declassified: School Survival Guide

in the mood to cuddle n watch halloween movies until the sun comes up

if she’s your girl why is she decomposing in a field with me

i would literally kill to walk around in a museum or a library right now. don’t even talk to me about coffee shops unless you want me to cry. god I miss being out and about

love is real but im evil now

when guy sits next to me on the bus: im gonna die im gonna die im gonna die when girl sets next to me: she trusts me i feel safe and this is a great day

everyone on earth gets to stan 1 irredeemable fictional murderboy with a vaguely sad backstory. but you only get 1. if you exceed that limit the cia takes you out. and thats how fandom discourse works.