there will be happier times again.

(tone of complete and utter exhaustion) this is the day that the Lord hath made

girl dinner. fattest fucking plate of pasta you've ever seen in your life

the version of you from five years ago would be genuinely amazed by what you’ve handled since then. sit with that for a second

its awesome theres a vampire on sesame street because you need to introduce children to the concept as early as possible

unfortunately i can never hate on a "power of friendship" narrative no matter how corny because the thing is it's literally real

see unfortunately I have this condition where if I am not explicitly told that I am a part of the ingroup then I will assume I must be part of the outgroup

job interviewer: would you be willing to destroy and betray yourself for nothing?

thinking about today. Batman having to take an injured teammate who doesn’t know his secret identity to the Batcave and they just assume it is his House. like oh yeah Batman lives in a big, spooky underground cave, full of literal bats? yeah that checks out.

looking at the cot where Bruce crashes when he’s working through the night like ‘ah that must be where he sleeps… that is his sad little bedroom :(’

They look in the mini-fridge and it’s just two (2) plain unseasoned chicken breasts, half a thing of Sunny D (via one of the robins), an unopened bottle of ketchup, and a mostly-eaten bag of shredded cheese.

‘they’re like huh does Batman just sit at his batcomputer eating handfuls of shredded cheese out the bag’, and they’re right, he does.

listen i may take 4 weeks to write a 3k word chapter, and i may take 45 minutes to decide whether i should use “laugh” or “chuckle”, but at least i don’t use ai and whatever you’re getting is pure chaos from a human brain

a hometown is a type of dead wife