in a perpetual state of ennuï

“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way

sometimes an american will be talking to you and they start throwing around numbers like 70 or 90 when talking about the weather and you just have to smile and nod

i cannot overstate how good it feels to watch older movies where the actors were still allowed to look kinda weird and not be conventionally attractive. like it is genuinely healing

Man no one even remembers laptop in bed. It was laptop in bed for years. Now it's just phone in bed. Maybe tablet. But usually phone. So much has changed

the slow casual creep of misogyny back into every point of our lives both digital and physical is making me feel fucking insane

Reblog with your bookmark count if you feel like it, I’m genuinely curious what our average is here

fool me once that’s not very nice why would you do that to me

Remember when I was going crazy 5 minutes ago [chuckle of fond remembrance] amazing how time changes people