...restricted by reality

The key to a balanced diet is three servings of #larry stylinson, one plate of #hozier, and four glasses of Tide Pod juice.

Yepp

every person can feel freddie’s presence in their souls when they sing MAMAAAAAA UUHHHH, I DONT WANNA DIE, I SOMETIMES I WISH I’VE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL with all the air in their lungs i’m not joking

it’s fucking crazy to think about the amount of people who have sung bohemian rhapsody? like it’s such a unifying song, by nature of the fact that so many people know it. it holds so many good memories for me and other people. it’s a song you scream in the car with your friends while you drive around your boring hometown, it’s a song you drunkenly sing with your arm around your best friend, or a song you sing along to with strangers when it’s on in public. it’s bittersweet to think about freddie’s legacy carrying on like that through his masterpiece. freddie carries on because he’s a part of so many people’s good memories and bohemian rhapsody is a huge part of that.

Buying books is a privilege not a requirement to be a ‘true’ bookworm.

online friendships are a delicate mix of “i know all your deepest secrets” and “wait you’re not left-handed”

And “hey, I wrote some porn for you.”

“Also, what is your name again?”

🤣🤣🤣

This is just as bad

When I start to lose my faith in humanity, this beautiful post crosses my feed. 😢😊😍

Like Hoovervilles.