EvilMsKitty

u can be boiling alive in your mind for months and then on a random tuesday ur head gets so clear and life is worth living again and you're like damn what was all that about then

when the human 2.0 patch rolls out i think people with uvulas should lay eggs rather than keeping them up in there

i can not stress the confidence when i paused and thought "I'm pretty sure uvula is the right part" and got it in one

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don't you put that curse on me

you little shits

I see so many posts like “imagine being adrian and” and i haven’t seen ONE PERSON SAY imagine you’re adrian and your husband goes on a mission to save the world and comes back 50ish earth years later with an alien and they saved the world. Your husband tells you all about this planet they went to that had the microorganisms needed to save the world. And your husband named it after you. Oh my god that’s- oh. Oh you named it after what the alien called me? Ok. I guess. Still sweet, i wasn’t involved and you weren’t sure you were ever gonna see me again so i guess- the fuck do you mean THE ALIEN NAMED IT AFTER ME. IT WASN’T EVEN YOUR IDEA? YOU WANTED TO GO WITH MEDIUM ROUGH TEXTURE CIRCLE PLANET??? THE ALIEN WAS THE ONE WHO THOUGHT OF NAMING IT AFTER ME?????

Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate golf since I began to live. There are roughly 2.25 million acres of land dedicated to golfing in the United States of America. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each blade of grass in those millions of acres, it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for golf courses at this micro-instant. For golf. Hate. Hate.

I wish I could favorite things a hundred times but instead I will do it once and then reblog it while crying.

Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

Reblog to give prev the TIME to write their fanfiction

Reblog to give prev the hocus focus to write their fanfiction.

Reblog to give prev the energy to write their fanfiction

Reblog to give prev the executive function to write their fanfiction

"Just because I'm right, doesn't mean I'm being helpful" is a vastly underrated thought process that I strongly encourage others to get comfortable with

One thing I love about Iron Lung and its commentary about how we as a society treat convicts is that it never really explicitly reveals Simon’s crimes. We don’t know fully what he as an individual did at Filament Station, and it isn’t until much later in the film we hear him called “Simon the Butcher.” No clear reason is given for this title, but we can assume. None of that matters. What matters is that here and now he is welded into a shoddy submarine, at the bottom of a blood ocean, slowly losing oxygen, unknowingly exposing himself to heavy doses of radiation, and being terrorized by an unknown creature with the small hope he might be released. Instead of presenting information to get the viewer to question if Simon himself deserves this based on whatever he did, instead it confronts you with the question of whether or not a human being is deserving of this treatment. And the answer is quite clear.

Every time I think of Danny Stoker (Tim's brother) I imagine he looks like Danny Motta and nothing will change that

Do what makes you happy. Be cringe, be free.