it’s probably a phase

This “liking fictional men” thing has gone too far, I mean I don’t think I’m supposed to read Crime and Punishment and think Raskolnikov is hot

can’t wait to be inexplicably rich and live in a giant house where every room is a library and each one is dedicated to a different genre. like, “wadsworth, please inform the staff that I’ll be taking my meals in the paranormal wing today.” and then i just do that for eternity.

I summarized my entire personality yesterday when i said to my friend, “Hiccup Haddock is the only guy i simp for that wouldn’t emotionally manipulate me.” I could write a goddamn thesis paper on all the things that are wrong with that statement.

anyone else ever pass a window and check their reflection and then spend the next ten minutes straight embarrassed because there were probably people inside who could see you doing it

Happy March 22

I’ve come to the conclusion that my type is straight men that look like women but also work out and look masculine but also get pierced and wear ripped jeans. There might be one or two out in the wild but for the most part I’m really looking forward to spending my life alone because real people don’t look like Gerard Way

There is nothing in this life more satisfying than eating a Reese’s cup and not having a big chunk get stuck to the wrapper.