I sold my soul for the ability to write

I really…fucking hate customer service.

“hydrophobic” so yall just gonna reblog this bigoted ass post?? with no criticism??? wow :/

The thing is some people on this website actually made me question the sarcasm.

I know it must seem like a joke to you, but watching hydrophobia be glorified in the media when I, myself, am 70 percent water….

🤔

i caNT BREATHE

@im-in-way-2many-fandoms

its because they don’t want people getting pregnant on space missions, the article is badly written scissoring in space is to be expected and respected

scissoring in space is to be expected and respected

i feel like knowing the word “yonic” (the vagina equilavent of phallic) really changes a person because after that point basically any shape or objective can be classified as genital-shaped. eyes? yonic symbolism. fingers? phallic symbolism. thats all there is

poking yourself in the eye? a cunning symbol of sexual intercourse

exactly!!

you might not have, and yet you did, entirely cognizant,

Goddamn. Phillip could get the business.

So I went to Disney about a month ago and i got to meet aurora. she asked me and my mom if there were any “princes’” with us today. When I told her that I leaned more toward princesses she looked over at Cinderella sighed and replied with “yeah me too” and I think about that a lot.

Oh my

this image is so cursed it has the aura of realness

Lmao that’s crazy

You can control white people by giving them cheese

cheese is so good tho

I got one

i’ve been spending more time on twitter lately which means seeing new and spicy types of discourse, and the latest trend is arguing that “homophobia” is problematic because it’s ableist toward people with clinical phobias, and the substitute word on offer is “queermisia.”

i said that shit out loud and my furniture started floating

Always need good news stories

Just some positivity, because we could all use some more of this in our lives.

Concept: you’ve been married to your wife for 3 years. You wake up in your bed before she does, your nose cold but your body warm. Careful not to wake her, you get out of bed and your toes curl when your feet hit the cold floor. You brew a pot of coffee and take a cup, making sure to leave enough for her. You pull on a big sweater and walk out onto your deck, sitting in a big wood chair to look out over the forest. The leaves are orange and edged with frost. All is quiet as the sun rises over the trees. You hear the door opening behind you and your wife sits down next to you, wrapping the comforter from your bed around both of you shoulders. You sit there like that until the sun is well up and your coffee cups are empty.

Edward: *sticking Bella’s menstrual cup in the freezer* yummy, popsicles :)

one day you will have to answer to a god who will not be as merciful as us

you freed him like pandora’s box