artemisia

“what’s your dream job” im so glad you asked. picture this. i am the lone employee of a strange and mysterious tchotchke/bookshop in the middle of nowhere, full of fun and interesting things that i am allowed to take for the low low price of free of charge. i get one, exceedingly interesting, customer per hour. i work no more than twenty hours a week and am salaried 3 million dollars

scientists are trying to discover something harder than getting out of bed to go to work in the morning. and dont make a fucking penis joke ok they already checked everyone’s dick and it doesn’t even come close

What people don't tell u about typesetting fanfic is that there is a 50/50 chance that instead of typesetting u just end up reading the fanfic again and make zero progress on the typesetting

and i'm not even living la vida loca

beautiful women named magenta cartridge low are trying to contact me on my printer

Grabbing one early this year so I’m prepared.