Roope Merchant

"for my own sanity, i'm going to stop thinking about this!" ← person who's going to think about it all the time forever

they should invent a headache that goes away the second you drink any water at all

you guys are going to sleep at night?? I just die and respawn at the start without all my shit every day

this is what it feels like to be chronically ill

your mutual who disappeared after the hockey season ended is sort of like a dead wife

Every day I wake up and I try to figure out what I did wrong. You know, the big thing I did wrong that everyone knows about but me? which I have yet to figure out what it is, but hey, there’s always tomorrow!

Sometimes the best fic you’ve ever written isn’t on ao3. It’s in 50 frenetic discord messages sent over a fifteen minute span where you and your friend yes and each other into a perfect story that will never actually be written.

I wish to purchase goods and services without entering a blood covenant that entitles the provider to email and text me forever and also store a bunch of my personal data that they’re going to apologize for exposing in a breach in the next five to ten years

at the start of every month everyone reblogs some insane poetry that’s like “august has arrived and again I swallow my bones in the burning sun” and every time I’m like damn that makes no sense. but kind of true.

[ID: A screenshot of two consecutive posts on the Tumblr dashboard. The first is the original post, and the second is a post by @/shesnake that says, “hello august you piece of shit”. End ID]

every august without fail is like i will give you some of the most beautiful golden summer moments of your life but also you will be thinking about childhood and loss constantly. it will always be either 5pm or 2am

SEPARATE CHURCH (AO3) AND STATE (TRADPUB)