chill out, quiche

Me, still insane: I used to be sooo crazy

i’m divine and capable of anything. end of story, let it be known.

if i could swing a really big sword it wouldnt even matter if anyone loved me or not

me reading 1984 in high school every time the main dude would give a description of the only female character: big brother just kill this clown

“c'est la vie” is just a fancy way to say “thats how it is on this bitch of an earth”

barefoot contessa is the greatest bc she never tried to pretend she didn’t live a ridiculous life. every episode is just ‘I’m inviting my wealthy establishment democrat gay friends to have a st. swithins day lobster supper because I’m immensely wealthy from my dirty nuclear nixon money so all I do any more is amble gently through open french doors’ and tbh? goals