Life Is A Dumpster Fire And I’m Making S’mores.

i noticed my horrible patterns! i think the process stops there

heartwarming: your favorite character was canonically molested

they're trying to get me to do something called ""my job"" instead of reading about medieval english poaching laws

the natural lifespan of a fandom is unlimited. when well tended a fandom can be functionally immortal. and yet everywhere you look you see newly bred fandoms withering and dying when they’re barely a year old. barely even six months old. fans are looking at their six month old fandoms and saying i think it’s on its last legs, should i euthanise it? when with the proper care that fandom could outlive them for decades. it’s sad. sad state of affairs we’re in.

i wear my headphones all day to listen to my frequency that keeps me docile

boyfriends and dogs. some of the most contemptible beings on this earth. yet some would try to convince you a "golden retriever boyfriend" is desirable or cute

sometimes water tastes so good and you drink it in such a ferociously passionate way that you frighten yourself

One time a friend told me that if she wanted to have a chill night she would come to me and ask for tea and a book to read. I didn’t like tea at the time, but I always made sure my cupboards had them in case she needed a quiet night. One time I told my boss that I loved oranges, but couldn’t peel them because of my nails. For a year he made sure to peel me one at least once a week. Once my friends gave me a made up superlative of “most likely to have a pen they could borrow” and ever since I’ve made sure I always carry a pen with me. A long time ago, my high school librarian told me that no one would care what my grade in my sophomore chemistry class was if I’m bringing them doughnuts and asking them about their day.

Sometimes friendship is about carrying pens and peeling oranges. But the point is, surrounding yourself with people who you want to do the little things for. The point of it all is bringing in the doughnuts because you’ve found the people who deserve the doughnuts.

How sweet it is to be with people you enjoy taking care of

"history will absolve me" as the e-mail signature

i dont even know where the bit ends and i begin

i bet it feels good as fuck to start swaying on your feet after overtaxing your magic reserves

quitting my job to be a full time upstairs neighbor. bowling balls are in the mail as we speak