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

love the phrase "but I digress." yes I temporarily got lost in the moors I wander in my mind but don't worry I'm self-aware about it

hey don't cry. think about Blorbo struggling to get up, coughing up blood <3

recipes be like step one heat oil

step two dump it over the edge of the ramparts to discourage ladder based climbing

Your friend’s unpublished fic idea is kind of a dead wife

i also want to read this guy’s dead wife

being mutuals isn’t enough we need to eat breakfast in the garden together

Thinking about the countless times art and music and cinema and literature have saved and comforted me during difficult times i really owe my happiness to everyone dedicated to their craft

a lot of anti-historian stuff comes across like “i want history to be simple and i am suspicious of people who tell me it’s not” and this is a thing you see from people on any place on the political spectrum

Chrétien de Troyes was cooking with gas when he worked on the arthurian legends. Like damn.

I’m putting in my too weak notice.

being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i’m often waiting for something to happen. and i’m stupid.

as per my last straw,

it’s weird that professional letters are supposed to start with “dear.” i don’t even call my mom that

my darling hiring manager. my springtime rose. if hired i will bring a strong work ethic to this position

“i have of late lost all my mirth” should be a valid reason not to come in to work