meh

surely this beautiful iced coffy will cure this persistent feeling that i’m about to explode like the goth girl in cloverfield

bby gum. what is happenng to me

tumblr is about tricking smart and funny and talented people into following me

i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

Bringing you more Bad Books and Immodest Pictures, your Impure Thoughts Stockpile was getting low.

fic writing leads you to the strangest places. Like when soy sauce was invented, and the average time it took to dry chestnuts, and if the stars would have appreciably moved in the sky in a thousand years

recently when im tempted to say 'i'm gonna kill myself' i try to correct it into saying "im gonna walk into the river and become a trout" or some other form of that. this is my new thing

btw this has graduated into me just saying "the trout population will be affected" and then not elaborating