here we go

"galinda is gay for elphaba" i say into the mic. the munchkins boo. i begin to walk off in shame as a voice speaks and commands silence from the room. "she's right" they say. i look for the owner of the voice. there she stands. its ariana grande.

i havent watched yellowjackets yet but im very intrigued by the fandoms ability to ship every single one of those girls with one another and also provide irrefutable evidence for each pairing. like im convinced by every single gifset. ill be damned if those two girls arent in love. which two girls am i talking about? doesnt matter. god bless

the moment I saw this woman I was completely overcome with the feeling that she was, at that very moment, somehow divorcing me

art.

it’s a good thing i don’t have access to reblog this to @staff

Direct byproduct of being neurodivergent and growing up isolated from your peergroup is having no idea when it's appropriate to define someone as your friend

Is this person I met yesterday my friend? What about this person I've been talking to every day for three months? What about this person I've known since middle school? Is friend a title I have to earn? What are the limits of friendship? Is it a static state, make-or-break, or is it some endless dance-dance-revolution style cavalcade of prompts and challenges and social cues I have to hit perfectly to keep it up? Does it bend? Does it break? I don't fucking know man I just work here.

Throwback to the time where I tried to filter “***” to “ass” to annoy a specific member of our forum but since * is a variable operator I just filtered every single word on the forum to “ass” and all posts became immediately unreadable

I think instead of bringing back bar soap (I assume to reduce plastic waste) bath and body works should let me get a giant reusable jug that I can bring back to the store and refill preferably from one big machine so I can mix scents like I'm getting a slurpee. I am aware that employees would hate this system