I'm a disappointment but I try

some of you people are so annoying. i mean me too but good lord

Nothing beats the experience of seeing some true tumblr discourse float by and reading like two paragraphs into a post and suddenly realizing “oh wait. I don’t care” and scrolling right past

It's a cycle. He is his own reason he can't be happy. He will always be fighting himself. He finds happiness, a version of himself kills his lover, he hunts down that version of himself with a driving force that runs him into the ground. Those around him begin to resent him, and blame him after his tunnel vision leads to destruction around him. He ends up back where he started. With no way out than to numb the pain.

THE SPIRIT OF BUSTER KEATON LIVES ON

thank you ao3 for being an archive and not an algorithm. thank you for letting me like things without consequences, thank you for being free with no ads, thank you for having lawyers to defend our freedom of speech. thank you tag wranglers. thank you to all authors and thank you ao3

just overheard somwone say "hey dude i dont see the future I've got two balls and neither is made of crystal" and im absolutely losing it