on my bullshit

i hate it when people mistake "etymology" with "entomology." like, i know where they coming from but it still bugs me

guy currently hurtling toward a migraine at a rate that would impress most astrophysicists: i wonder wgat is happening in my beautiful telephone

Who invited Angry Angry King King King?

Himromu Arakawa writing FMA: I’m dropping hints.

in law school, my mom took me to this stress retreat because my family was vaguely aware i was a suicide risk. and they didnt allow phones, so i brought this huge bag of books. and one of the options for "destressing" was this fake cave grotto thing, where they'd decorated a room to make it look exactly like an underground cave and the air was like -10 degrees, but there was a like 4ft deep pool in the middle that was kept super super hot, so you would just switch between the hot and cold. and they would bring you an endless supply of this weird syrupy drink thing that was like super caffeinated and tasted like sugar and mint. and so i spent multiple days sitting half submerged in this fake grotto drinking mystery liquid and reading. and i have to be honest i really did feel less stressed

*trying to pitch public transportation to Americans* it’s like a legal form of texting while driving

sitting on my blog’s porch with a cigarette and a shotgun

talking like point-and-click game narration to the bugs in my room

you can't get out that way!

that's not very helpful.

maybe the open window will help.

try the open window instead.

this website is wildly out of control

my name is dr. pepper