the doom ride of doom and terror

i wish all working class brits a very riot when your government tries to spend a billion dollars on that bitch’s funeral while your cost of living skyrockets, and i wish all non brits a very support working class brits while their country catches on fire

I hate you job applications I hate you psychometric aptitude testing I hate you CVs I hate you interviews I hate you online forms I hate you never hearing back I hate you cover letters

the irreversible damage tiktok has done to news reporting, acting, choreographies, comedy, music and society as a whole

No matter how much Osmosis Jones yaoi you draw it still takes place inside Bill Murray.

sundays are fun because you get more scared with every passing hour

maybe this silly little coffee drink will equip me to face the unrelenting and unendurable horror of existence

the line “your worst sin is that you’ve betrayed and destroyed yourself for nothing” is so raw you’d think it’s from a destiel fanfic or even hetalia but it’s actually from dostoyevskys crime and punishment

girl help i am the most sensitive person you can ever meet but also the most emotionally unavailable person you can ever meet at the exact same time and i’m still trying to make it work somehow

actually really warming up to the idea of never coming out explicitly. like i’ll just be. casually queer. if you ask i will tell you

People who love cold weather are fucking weird. You like to freeze? You like to shiver?? You like when you take a step outside and the air stings your skin???