thank you silksong for my life

dragging my soggy defeated self to the doctor's tomorrow because the various pains and issues i've been dealing with for a week now have not magically gone away by themselves

ok so apparently this was a good call because i got a very shocked "...this has been going on for how long??" as soon as i stepped in and she said it would've turned real nasty if left untreated for a bit longer. another win for me i guess

from a certain standpoint birdwatching is a sort of gacha

if I ever tell you “lmk what you think if you read/play/watch it!” I am firmly inviting you to send me a play by play minute by minute cataloguing of your thoughts about The Thing

My dad was a boiled spider

I wish i was rohan's beardddd i would snap his thong strap while he's working on his little mangas asking if he's sure he isn't bisexual

Every single day this month has been like Okay sure. Okay sure what the hell. Okay sure. I guess

I think what’s wrong with a lot of people is they’re not eating breakfast. They’re starting the day with at most 16 ounces of milk with espresso and riding on that until lunch time. What they don’t understand is eating breakfast helps absorb all the excess yellow bile that builds up overnight when they sleep and makes them angry. It’s basic humor balancing

The 4pm bird gets the weird and fucked up spider

baba Yaga city. Baba yaga fucking city.

Baba Yaga City on Chicken Legs

blows up a random stranger with a rocket launcher for no reason then falls to the ground weeping histrionically & receives the tender attention & support of everyone present

(to the tone of creep by radiohead) but i'm asleep. on mypillow