the thinking woman's crumpet

just saw a pigeon doing the puffed up courtship dance thing to another pigeon, and as he was strutting around he suddenly stopped for a split second to do a very brief preen-peck at his own side, then returned to the strutting around. and i surprised myself by instantly losing respect for the male pigeon in that moment, like come on man i appreciate you had an itch or whatever but how is she supposed to feel special when you're getting distracted by bullshit like that? which on reflection i don't endorse, i mean those are pretty harsh dating norms i'm imposing on these pigeons, from a total outsider perspective, for no reason. probably not all girl pigeons are as uptight about that sort of thing as i would apparently be if i was a girl pigeon, maybe she even found it endearing who knows, i don't know her. it's none of my business really. sorry pigeons.

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"That pairing would never be canon" and what of it? I'm only supposed to ship what the church tells me to or something?

having a hometown is such a fucked up concept. i grew up here so i do not want to stay here anymore. i miss it when i am away but once i am back i realise why i wanted to go away as far as possible from it. i am familiar with every corner of this place i did not realise when it slowly changed into something unrecognisable. i would probably like to be buried here but i'd rather die than live here

being depressed and resentful is so embarrassing I feel like a cartoon villain

I love the implication that, as Larry is an "unpaid trainee", the dog is paid.

you gotta read, you gotta write, you gotta draw, you gotta watch films and shows. there is literally NO time to be employed

Sorry I’m late I was touching soft moss on a stone wall

Sori dwi'n hwyr oeddwn i'n cyffwrdd â mwsogl meddal ar wal garreg

I feel like a horse with no name is probably the best song in the world. Not even my Favorite song just the best

every few months i try to figure out how to build a website so that if tumblr ever gets nuked i dont lose all my writing and every few months i have to remind myself that i am a fish trying to climb a tree

"all you ever do is complain" that's not true. I also resent.

the number 1 rule of fanfic is have fun and be yourself. the number 2 rule is the average healthy adult male can lose roughly 2 liters of blood before dying.

i wanna be so offline but unfortunately i love my mutuals and fanfiction