got too drunk last night and granted someone a boon

cradling the em dash in my hands what the fuck have they done to you

i feel like there is a sleep in me that needs to be slept but each time i sleep i don't sleep that sleep

What would you do if you were scrolling through recommended tumblr posts and one was from someone you don't know and it was just a picture of your dad captioned "fucking hate this guy" and it had hundreds of notes

reblog it

Last night was like a ps2 pre rendered cutscene

*packing my suitcase for a 3 day trip* hm, but what if I need my terracotta warriors..

blood magic isn’t even that big of a deal you guys are just sensitive

i tend to avoid discourse because most of it is trite and pointless but just this once i feel like i need to state my opinion: i think everyone should bend to my dark and evil will