the moment's sweet but it's all wrong.

i have this deadly sickness called remembering

Putting the term "Catholic guilt" on a high shelf where fandom can't reach it until everyone learns how to identify characters who are very very clearly coded as Protestant.

i've got the kind of eyebags that make people in movies say 'you look like hell, detective. go home.'

the worst part of summer is that people get sooo comfortable expressing their disgust at having to see other people’s bodies. they’re always complaining about wrinkly old men at the nude hot springs or fat women in bikinis at the beach. I hate that shit. if you’re not capable of being normal about bodies you personally don’t find attractive, just turn your head to look at something else! and if you’re not smart enough to do that, then at least do the rest of us the courtesy of suffering in silence, because we don’t wanna hear your weird comments. thanks.

Keep salting the wound I'm close

a squirrel or perhaps a cardinal posted this

no offense but reading is literally the cure to brain rot and there’s no work around to reading books