the city where we live doesn't allow public barbecues so my brother fucking welded a grill to a handcart and now hosts "chill and grill sessions" where he sends all his friends his live location so they can hunt him down on their bikes with sausages in their backpacks while he carts it around evading the police like some sort of barbecue vigilante, grilling on the run. i have never been prouder of him

(hears a song lyric) this would make a great all-lower case fanfiction title

(hears a song lyric) wait, i've seen this as an all-lower case fanfiction title

(sees all-lower case fanfiction title) wait, i know this song

the trinity

did april even………………………happen

some of you need to romanticise the fucking paragraph break

the way being employed keeps you from video games and other various activities is so sick. genuinely demonic

“oh just do it when you come home” i am dead. “oh just do it on your days off” i am bearing with getting reanimated. after being dead throughout the week.