nicole

Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like "posts that a gnome would make" or like "are you a phone"

they call it amtrak because the trains am on the trak

worrying is like worshipping the problem

and brother i’m on my knees

cruel and unusual that in order to do something you have to begin

was anyone going to tell me that after beginning you then have to continue as well

if i was sisyphus id eat a bit of dirt off the slope every time on my way up until the slope is no longer steep enough for the boulder to roll down. it would be end of suffering in 47 days

if i was atlas id shake the sky up and down to make the laminated wobble sound worldwide every day and piss zeus off enough to kill me or himself

no idea how id cope being prometheus. he died so we can light joints i wish him the best

i just think it's important to understand that love is not the antithesis of horror in fact it's often the catalyst

"but if it's horrifying then it's not really love it's corruption it's lust it's obsession" you are not only wrong but you are also boring. go away.

deleting the dating apps to meet someone the old fashioned way (we get married and adopt our telepathic daughter because you as a spy need to fake a family to get close to a corrupt government official and i need a partner to avoid suspicion that i’m an assassin)