By My Enemies You Shall Know Me

RIP to everyone killed by the gods for their hubris but im different. and better. maybe even better than the gods

glad they added new maps to baseball

wrong gif

I think I might be about to send a deranged email

the fact that she revealed she lost a $3M deal to headline Wireless Festival in London for making this joke… only for Wireless Festival to then announce that Kanye West would be taking her place as headliner, face so much backlash for asking him to headline, have almost all the sponsors withdraw funding, and cancel the festival entirely is so funny to me.

like there comes a point where you think something is fundamentally wrong with you. and then it turns out it’s just Friday and you haven’t washed your hair in three days and maybe you’re also just a little lonely and the combination of all three of those things is whittling a hole into your chest every time you breathe. but also the sun’s up. and you’ve survived everything so far, so you’ll survive this too, even if it hurts, even if you have to survive it many times.

When I was younger I used to be part of the “only-reads-complete-fics crowd” but as I’m getting older I’m realizing how powerful it can be to have consistent things to look forward to…

All the ppl in the tags laughing abt how fic updates aren’t consistent are cowards. I aim to be subbed to at least 365 fics. One for each day of the year. And that’s just my starting point. Your inbox? Empty. Barren. Fallow. Mine? Bountiful. Overflowing. A cornucopia of ripe treats awaiting my tender consumption. I wade through honey-rich excess while you starve of your own volition.

quirky fourth wall breaking character but theyre just fucking. wrong about the medium theyre in. they keep making references to cinematic techniques and directorial styles and the other fourth wall breaking character is like "dumbass we're in a fucking comic book" and they are in a video game.

Well currently they’re in a tumblr post but I see your point

No rizz just sparkly loving eyes and a heart that feels ready to pour right out of my ribcage at any given time.

imagine coming home and your mom found your steampunk clothes and shes just there with her arms crossed

she's holding up a ziplock bag of gears and springs asking you what they're for