The Void Has Claimed Me

this video feels like seeing an old friend for the first time in a decade

you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

my couchsona

I would buy this and cover it in weird plush and sleep on it every night.

I need this couch.

Many relationships would be a lot healthier if we romanticized honest, open and direct communication instead of idealizing the idea of a partner who's intuitively in tune with your every need. You don't need someone who can read your mind, you just need someone who's willing to listen when you speak.

people with chronic pain and chronic fatigue will be like why does it hurt and why am I so tired

Please take your days off, these jobs don't care about you.

It’s funny, you can see the exact moment a kitten becomes a cat

"he would not fucking say that" but about injuries. he would not fucking recover that quickly. those scars would not fucking heal like that. he would not be fucking able bodied after that. he would not be fully lucid after that.

Nothing good.

EVERYONE get in the tags rn and tell me your favorite cheese