werebutch century

i want Things. i'm sorry marx

never stop collecting little things that make you happy! rocks! buttons! feathers! flowers! sticks! bugs! bones! never stop!

how did a crow get a tumblr

with his fuckin email and a password how’d u get here

World Heritage Post

something something extremely sexy when magic users resort to physical violence. yeah i have the power of god and anime on my side but i also have THESE HANDS. i cast Punch You In The Face. i take my magic staff through which i channel the vast energies of the elements and the cosmos and i cast Severe Concussion And Skull Fracture. casting time for xenoglossy too long, chose the quicker route of Stab You In The Throat.

i am at my clits end

from the bottom of my fucking heart. how are we supposed to live under these conditions.

You come from a long line of people who have survived, in many cases survived real horrors, and found that survival worthwhile. Find something to be moved by. Find something or someone to move.

love the word fruitless. arguing with you is like if there was no apples involved whatsoever

you're bountiless you stupid bitch

"why does this nonsexual power dynamic sound so sexual" i have some news for you about the dominant social relationship between sex and power

i am also a corrosive pervert. that's not relevant right now though.

i hate how much people care about their ships being "canon" now. spirk fans didn't publish zines full of fanfics in the 70s only for modern fandom to grovel at the knees of corporations and beg for things to be canon. use your imaginations, don't allow billionaires to think for you.