*tainted love plays as I enter the room*

do you see this shit my liege

cmon not everyone hates you :) theres people who dont know you

stop. analyse that text through the lens of its author's intentions and original historical context. okay now take the author out back and kill them dead and analyse that text as though it were published by your mutual yesterday and is in direct conversation with the contemporary discourse that's most relevant to your life. okay now pick your favorite angle of interpretation and come up with the strongest possible argument against it. now imagine that the text is your best friend and that it means you well and that you naturally give it every benefit of the doubt because you're on its side and you want the best for it. now imagine that the text wants you dead and it'll eat you if you don't eat it first. now pretend that you found this text locked away in a cave with no evidence of when or where it came from and you have to divine its meaning solely through its internal coherence and nothing else. okay now address the elephant in the room aspect of the text you've been ignoring because you find it boring or confusing or uncomfortable and become the number one expert on it. now spend forty minutes assigning all the characters dnd classes with at least three sentences of reasoning each. okay now do the cha cha slide.

identifying a maladaptive coping mechanism is so bitter sweet like that’s great now i know what i need to stop doing. but that’s literally my something

what’s a lil threesome between mutuals?

me: ah, I’m just being paranoid…………………. (squints) or is it my intuition

“don’t take it personally” how would you like me to take it then? professionally? romantically? academically?

he was openly bisexual. he didn't know that but he was

I want attention ok so what kill me whatever

in a way i am my own dead wife

the first law of tragedies: the end is already written and inevitable. the second law of tragedies: your actions are all your own and you can choose to get off this ride whenever you want. the third law of tragedies: we both know that you are never going to do that.

Germans completely outdid the english language by calling tv a farseer. They got their orcish shamans to name that shit

so much popular fanfiction seems to be focused on the fantasy of being loved

brought nothing to the gun fight. whatever man