...But Boomerangs

it’s not gay if your girlfriends are watching

what is the edmonton polycule

i hate viruses so fucking much. literally getting attacked by a fucking shape. a concept. consumes no energy. responds to no stimuli. its only existence is to fuck with you. like fuck offf

nothing sexier than that picture with the italian players on top of eachother after the win and the english ones going through the 5 stages of grief in the back

"there is no way you're not using chatgpt for at least a few things here and there no matter your stance on it" what the FUCK are you talking about

i'm like a fujoshi but for dead people

If we’re being honest, most of us study our favourite character less like an entomologist studies a bug and more like an astronomer studies a distant star: drawing complicated inferences from extremely limited data, then getting tetchy about it when somebody else draws incompatible but equally well-supported inferences from the same data because it’s the fucking principle of the thing.

in my 20s the lyric “she’d like to get me three drinks in” would’ve been like oh yeah she’d like me me loose and giggly and flirty having a great time! she’d like me out on the dancefloor! now in my late 30s it’s like oh so she’d like me dead? she’d like me hospitalized the next day with the most debilitating hangover the nurses have ever seen?