shut up and drink yer gin

[guy who genuinely fucking loathes himself voice] well on account of my charming and endearing nature. Of course

logging onto woundblr and seeing all the pain on my gashboard

spike! regouge!

I like how many films set in 1790s britain are too cowardly to give the love interests of any of the characters/the sexy male hero wigs and so they instead opt to make the entire male cast look like a london corresponding society cell wrt the hairstyles

Like the people who make sense & sensibility adaptations these days are almost always unwilling to give any of the men who Marianne & Elinor are supposed to be in love with wigs or powdered hair because modern ppl do not find that attractive and so suddenly instead of Mr Ferrars we’re dealing with Citizen Edward and his inexplicable jacobin microbangs

nobody wants to suck the marrow out of your bones anymore

that’s just my nightstand knife don’t worry