Baby, will you kiss me already?

the power of hitting 'end task' on a glitchy program in task manager is intoxicating. i feel like an assassin. i feel like a tyrant. you don't want to work properly? begone. off with your head. i need to kill my apps with a guillotine

"came back wrong" this "lived wrong" that, what about dying wrong. my death will forever cling to you, leaving behind a slimy trail and a metallic taste in your mouth. my soul will forever drag you down like the heavy corpse of a long-dead god, who somehow still grants wishes. you can't tell which one of us is the one not letting go. you know not even your own death will end this.

people are already reblogging this with their blorbos im doomed

goo goo dolls if they were in dune: and i don’t want the worm to see me

fuuuck I could use a mysterious benefactor right now

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

i get why people don't believe in marriage as a social construct but legally it is the best and easiest way to say "this is who i trust to take care of me when i can't take care of myself" and i'm so glad gay people fought for that right bc when shit gets scary at least i know im in good hands

Secret third thing, they have been radicalized by over a decade of Russian info ops

“be gay do crime! but sex is yucky and crime is wrong!” ass website

you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.