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me and my buddies are building a silk road between our houses to make trading of spices, tea and oils easier

doomed by the narrative. stoned by the narrative. powered by the narrative. progressed by the narrative. thrashed by the narrative

youre not a real pariah I saw the people you care about thinking fondly about you

people without any whimsy scare me. why are you like that. where are your trinkets.

one thing about me is I’m going to make weird noises about it

this is actually like my third or fourth rodeo so i sort of get it but sort of dont

in some ways worse than my first rodeo cause i feel like i should be better at it by now

pickup line: do you think i’m worthy of being saved

I didnt realised 😭

love how heathers was like you cannot fix him. you cannot save his sorry ass. he’s going to blow himself up on the football field and you’re just going to have to live with that, babe!

in a world full of tropes that romanticize the violent bad boy with a heart of gold archetype, heathers had the strength to say no. no. that man is fucking crazy. he is going to ruin your life. you are not bonnie and clyde. you are not the juliet to his romeo. if he wants to kill a bunch of people and explode that is HIS goddamn business. and honestly i respect the shit out of it for that

tumblr is Iike the smoking area for social media

reblogging this to add that I often think about the old man yaoi mangaka on bluesky who said "the phrase that finally convinced me that the English language is truly beautiful was 'this shit is so ass'"