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thank you for ur service (not unfollowing me)

the workday/weekend ratio is so off. like ethically.

This wouldn't happen to me if i were a huge dragon

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

the author's barely disguised longing for a kinder world

the fucked up thing about the taskmaster dynamic is that they didn’t have to do all that 😭 like it could’ve been normal. but alex always makes it weirdly sexual…… the genuine moments where he pushes it and greg is shocked and then has to ‘yes and’ the joke. alright mr. “there’s a lot of sexual fiction about us” you don’t have to sound quite so proud

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

Then bring me luck

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

i know what i want, potato, come through for me!

Girl who cares so much it makes her sick: whatever I don’t even care

Pour mon gros chat, A.

What are twenties if not an endless string of the ghosts of who you thought you would become.

Casts spell called “please be alright. I love you.”

feels so wrong that itll be 2025 soon. fake year. science fiction year