Grace

ao3 asking if i want to see mature content. do i want to see birds in the sky. do i want to feel the wind in my hair and the grass under my feet

the person who realised you could rearrange the letters in gossip girl to read “go piss girl” truly one of the great minds of our generation, madam your legacy

take me to art museums and make out with me

But they said to not touch the masterpieces

Well somebody’s gotta pin the artwork to the wall

I’VE ONLY EVER SEEN THIS LEGENDARY POST IN SCREENSHOTS

Reblogging for the legendary Johnson, the security guard we didn’t deserve

I love how Zohran Mamdani is wearing a suit everywhere. And if he has anything else he puts it ON TOP of the suit. A basketball jersey. A high-vis vest. All worn over the suit. He’s like the mayor character in a cartoon who’s always dressed as The Mayor. If I didn’t know who he was and he biked past me in NYC I’d be like holy shit was that the mayor

I have never, and will never, use "ofc" to mean "of fucking course". It literally stands for OF Course...

bro like i need to feel this just once

it’s always summer v winter bitches fighting for their life, where are the spring/autumn girlies, the moderate temperatures crowd, the transition period aficionados, the ‘sun is shining but the wind’s cold’ connoisseurs, the ‘decay and rebirth of nature’ devotees

*sees something small and light pink* i must obtain this.

sorry can't talk rn i'm looking up the menu of a restaurant i'm going to in a week

Training my nervous system to choose an unfamiliar heaven instead of a familiar hell