fuck it lol

genuinely one of the worst things that’s happened to television in the last few years (exacerbated by streaming services) is death of Filler. going from 20 episodes to 8 because “we didn’t really need that episode where the main characters went to the beach right? it had no long lasting effect” but we DID!!! we needed to see how they act without the Big Bad Plot and to establish the dynamics between the characters and lay in the sun (do they forget sunscreen? how do they react to a thieving seagull? do they get buried in the sand or do they do the burying?). the plot isn’t everything. the action doesn’t hit as hard without the quiet moments. give us character development and our little scenes back

A tip I’ve been using from therapy is instead of saying “I want to die” I now say “I want to take a nap” because most of the time you just want an hour away from things to cool down. I don’t wanna die, I want to grow and thrive, also take naps

if a girl sends u saucy pics u gotta lose ur shit and act like u never seen a titty before its jus etiquette

death of a bachelor is a good song

it’s a song about a dude being fucking stoked to marry his fiance and poking fun at the ‘marriage is the end right fellas’ culture by saying ‘guess ill die then! worth it!’ and i think that’s neat

(1983)

2016

Honestly I just can’t wait to send “on my way home” texts to my wife like what a concept

traditional celtic folk music makes me go buck fucking wild. i don’t know what it is, if it’s just in my blood or if it’s a past life or just ‘cause it’s objectively soulful but I hear that fiddle and I immediately transform into this heartbroken irish widow in 1787 with a shawl draped over my shoulders staring over the cliffs of moher, waiting for my ghostly lover to return from sea

This is a huge mood