The worst thing in the entire world is when you’re sweeping a big pile of dirt into a dustpan and it leaves that little coke line of grit behind. No matter how you position your pan or your broom and no matter how many times you sweep over it your outcome cannot change. As immovable as fate. I hate it so

Honestly aging Tumblr demographic blah blah blah yadda yadda but goddamn I love stories about Adults. I haven’t been 15 in a decade I simply cannae care about coming of age stories. In fact I think stories specifically about exploring and understand one’s self are significantly more interesting when they’re about people in their 30s or 40s or 80s tbh. Love it when protags aren’t in fucking high school actually