sexually repressed people be like “i have an ancient evil stirring within me. no one can know” and its literally just craving intimacy

I love chain lightening what a classic spell. fuck you and you and you and you and you and

tumblr putting mature content labels on the most random posts kills me.. ah yes you went outside and got yourself a coffee? that’s a blasphemy

I love how vague medieval Welsh writers were about locations. Where is anything? Who gives a fuck. Kingdoms? Boundaries? Large regions? You should already know that, we’re not telling you.

“Everybody knows where Lloegyr is.”

I live a very balanced life of noticing things nobody else does and not noticing the things that literally everybody notices

nothing is real and then all of a sudden everything is very real with no warning

My dad used to say that the only men who are adamant about their female sexual partners being virgins before them and obsessed with women having low body counts are men who are extremely bad in bed and are afraid of their female sexual partners having anything to compare it to and the ability to recognize that sex is supposed to be good and that particular guy is not good. Which I believe to be true but it was a bizarre yet insightful bit of sex ed to get as a teenager.

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