my soul would sing of metamorphoses

healed enough to close the door, but human enough to still look at it sometimes

louis to lestat: please help me i know i didn't call when you were shot but i really need to know if this girl i've been paying to roleplay our dead daughter is actually her meanwhile armand to daniel: would u ever want to hang out like socially

people with siblings: how do you feel about them?

This is not an exaggeration.  Your download speed would slow down to the point where Windows would make this kind of absurd estimate, and you’d sigh and leave the room for a while (because you couldn’t use the computer while it was doing this for fear it would crash and lose all your progress) and then you’d come back in 40 minutes and maybe it would now say 52 years or maybe it would say 3 minutes, who knew, not Windows.

they told me not to get lost in the weeds, but these are lush, beautiful, and ecologically necessary native plants so it's probably fine

FUCK. i think i have to learn blender

the humble manual smoothie maker after they break their hands:

every day i log in here and get beat up by genies

hey guysss so unfortunately the rumors are true and im leaving the narrative. Buttt the good news is my absence will create such a gaping hole in your lives that it will become a sort of presence itself, and so in a way it will kind of be like i never left! But i am. Leaving just to be clear.

Being an adult will have you unironically craving a vegetable

i love sleeping i love being unconscious