Hulloo Balloo Hello!

what doesnt kill you is still valuable data points for a graph im working on titled "how to kill you"

god didn't give me a dick because he knew I'd get hard when I heard a rich choral harmony

*has a thought and has to scroll back to where I was on the tumblr dashboard to remember it*

so interesting when a medieval fantasy world shows signs of a partial columbian exchange. dirt-caked churls may grow pumpkins and eat potato stew yet no chocolate or hot peppers to be seen

given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that

Some of you want to be on your knees, defeated with a sword tip held under your chin while I look down upon you smug and triumphant, and it shows.

I’ve started saying “you don’t have to agree with me just because I’m hot and a genius” and it’s really tickling me. I don’t even care if nobody likes it, it’s great fun

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HIJK is not my personal favorite part of the alphabet song but i appreciate the artistry. it is the sort of labored uphill climb that lends itself to the free downhill spillage of LMNOP. each letter is like an effortful punctuation of an iron pick into the mountain side as you hoist your way up. you can almost hear the shrill of each strike chafing