i had some dreams /they were clouds in my coffee

if you are commenting on a post about real life nick suzuki accomplishing smth cool and important as a nonwhite player in the nhl and go “congrats shane hollander” congrats you are racist and you should die

my hottest take is we need more overt cheating in our rpf. too much 'what if they were both single' or 'what if they were in a polycule/open relationship and their significant others were okay with it.' no we need more homewrecking. i want these people to feel so guilty they feel like they're gonna hurl but sleeping with somebody else anyway because they can't resist and their desire outweighs the guilt. i want to walk away from a fic with my opinion of somebody slightly lowered even though i know its not real like when you have a dream about someone doing something bad. i want that man coming home from [redacted]ing his best friend's [redacted], kissing his partner on the lips knowing they would hate them for what they just did if they knew. have some fun with it.

wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days? always a bigger bed to crawl into -> and though i can't recall your face i still got love for you -> 'cause i thought that i'd never find that beautiful beautiful light that shimmers that innocent light back like when we were young -> came back when it mattered, i saw you standing there in the light of the window wearing that same smile, man, it's been a while, but i knew it i knew you

sorry for the mixed signals I don’t know what I want or what I’m doing mostly

google is it normal to look back on memories and feel as if you're watching someone else entirely

you should NOT be at the club. you should be in the streets, june 5th, 1832, paris france. you should be building a barricade