I can be shit, mama

good morning to repressed bi artists, sad gay alcoholics, exiled english lords, conflicted catholic ladies, clever italian mistresses, flamboyant aesthetes who stutter, emotionless older brothers, and teddy bears in a good temper

My deepest darkest fantasy is that I collapse on the street and I am rushed to the hospital. They perform a bunch of tests and find out I am severely deficient in some kind of vitamin. Then I start taking the vitamin and I become the happiest cleverest person alive because all my problems were caused by this one deficiency

Moreover, everyone gathers around to be tremulously compassionate and discreetly admiring: all this time, you lacked the Vitamin? And yet you persevered?

The archaic suffix -ard indicates an intemperate overabundance of something (drunkard, dullard, dotard, etc) so a wizard is a person who knows too much

A little Christmas for you 🎄🎅⛄