never take for granted the moments when you’re not nauseous

It's literally like. Well what if your career was also a beautiful woman you could have sex with.

Okay so what if you had fallen into the very common trap of making your career the load bearing pillar of all meaning in your life and your sole source of self esteem. But also your job was inherently religious in nature. Now also imagine God was a beautiful woman and she wanted to have sex with you. Now imagine y'all broke up.

"well I think that would fuck me up a little bit" yeah. Yeah it probably would.

Now imagine you were pregnant with an incredibly powerful bomb.

i will follow my heart to my death

what’s not meant for me kills me a thousand times every day

top tier character trait will always be “I care about you deeply, even though I betrayed you. even though I would do it again” I don’t make the rules

cradling the em dash in my hands what the fuck have they done to you

I love when desire leads to disappointment. It’s a classic

“global birth rates are declining”…… yeah and so are the reblog rates on tumblr.com too, so what now