You guys would like my posts a lot more if you had my exact life experiences and internal monologue

whenever I tell a story I feel like Uncle Colm from Derry Girls

ilya promising children cash if they win knowing he's gonna let them win and then asking shane for money because he doesn't have his wallet. he wasn't even an annoying husband yet but he was letting shane know his potential

james baldwin was so right when he said “the children are always ours, every single one of them, all over the globe; and I am beginning to suspect that whoever is incapable of recognizing this may be incapable of morality.”

plausible deniability remains highly erotic

let's convince ourselves that this is okay. let's rely on technicalities to exonerate ourselves. let's avoid looking what we're doing in the eye. let's live under its shadow, both aware of what this is but unwilling to say it out loud, since that will shatter the careful illusion we've built

(no drinks in) who wants me

not my circus not my monkeys but thanks to my mutuals i know some of the lore

I come on tumblr to talk to myself publicly

i hate all celebrities except my celebrities. who i also hate but differently.

Slight spoilers but Emma having spent her entire childhood moving around never staying long enough to make friends or get closure from the bullying and her adult coping mechanism being "let's start over" was chef's kiss