before there were blorbos there were little meow meows and before there were little meow meows there were cinnamon rolls

i have to kill this post because people keep trying to explain the difference between blorbos and little meow meows and smol beans and cinnamon rolls to me . man i literally don't ca(opens my trench coat revealing a bomb strapped to my chest) EVERYONE GET ON THE GROUND NOW. GET ON THE GROUND.

stockholm syndrome doesn't exist, except for when you start liking some of the songs that play on your work radio that you would never put in your casual playlists

Interpreted this initially not as shelves, but as your cat having erected defensive fortifications

(to the tone of creep by radiohead) but i'm asleep. on mypillow

I don't know how to articulate this well, but I really fucking hate the way a lot of thin writers write fat characters. Like how men write women "breasting boobily" there is something so dehumanizing about how fat characters are often written. "He waddled", "he lumbered", the writer of the book I'm reading always mentions this characters "fleshy hand" when he does something with his hand. Like, we already know that he's fat. There is no need to describe everything he does as "doing it fatly".

tag yourself, i'm Patience Fish

He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.

fuck everything. whats the media people ASSUME youre into. what are people surprised that you havent watched/played/whatever

Polycules should be able to trade people like sports teams do

Listen -- you're a good defender and your pussy is fantastic, but that's not what our team needs right now. We're trading you to Greater Boston in exchange for someone who has a car.