hello! i'm jo

listen to me. this is my final message to you. when you are at your lowest a fictional guy will come to you and when that happens you must start putting them in situations. this is the meaning of life.

this is true i got partly eased out of my last depression slump for like 2 weeks because baelor targaryen played by bertie carvel appeared to me in a dream

save me, rice mixed with some bullshit

ancient roman women whose husband keeps looking at the neighbour's boy quintus and he never looks at her that way and she can't even chainsmoke in the kitchen because they don't have marlboro blues in ancient times. and she can't even go to the club because they haven't discovered drum and bass music yet. her friend clodia's having visions of a woman named doechii but neither of them knows what that means

basketball players fight over the basketball because they are hypnotized before each game to believe it is their egg

number one rule! never believe ur thoughts after 10 pm . unless its about The Character then believe all of your thoughts wholeheartedly

brought nothing to the gun fight. whatever man

trying to bed a knight like: *unbuttons your jupon* *unbuckles your cuirass* *unbuckles your gorget* *takes off your hauberk* *stops to catch my breath* *unbuttons your gambeson* *takes off your shirt*

i don’t bet on losing dogs i bet on winning dogs. they’re just having a bad day. i’m sure they’ll win next time

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