Sword slash to the chest. And you're on fire

whenever I tell a story I feel like Uncle Colm from Derry Girls

when the author describes someone dying and you can just tell they’ve never actually died by the way it’s written

your cat was an honor to see in the window

Purity culture needs to die. Purity zoomers shut up challenge.

Pas de pierres, pas de construction. Pas de construction, pas de palais. Pas de palais, pat'patrouille.

okay but seriously what's going on with [tumblr] moderation right now

okay but seriously seriously

Not even in an "I'm outraged" kind of way, in a "genuinely perplexed as to what could be going on behind the scenes to produce these outcomes." I want to stop staring at the shadows on the wall and exit Plato's allegory of the website moderation