Apeirophilia

following people who are into wrestling is just like "holy shit johnny appleseed just hit burner hurtzog (evil artfilm director-themed wrestler) with the Prostate Puncher 5000! can't fucking stand that guy!" like all day long

my problem is if i enjoy something enough i will be nitpicking. i Will have things to say about where and how it failed. out of nothing but love straight from my heart. unfortunately this often makes me indistinguishable from a hater who has never experienced joy or kindness. such is the amateur critic's burden.

all of my favourite things are like beautiful racehorses that trip over their own feet a hundred times. but they get back up again. and goddamn, you should see them run.

i want devices that are functional and hardy and i want them to last and fuck the rest of the shit i dont need. my ds and 3ds can lie in sleep mode for months if not years and i can pop them open and they've still got two or three bars left. my old phones in high school could go days without a charge. if i leave my nintendo switch on the floor for a few days doing absolutely fuck all nothing i will turn it on and it will cry to me mother i am dying. i am dying mother. and i tell him he'll never be half the man his brother was and he can't hear me because he's dead

Asdfghjkl her perfectly straight face and even tone throughout should win an AWARD

ARE YOU READY TO FUCKING FLY

I will always try and reblog this.

My mom is a flight attendant and I can confirm this is 100% true when they have an empty flight, the crazy ones even go “cart surfing” which is where they get the pilot the go down a bit until they get on top of the beverage cart, then the get him to pull up and they go flying down the aisle until they hit a chair and fly off.

my friend is training to become an air hostess and her lecturer told her about cart surfing and gave at least 30 examples of when it’s happened, so i too can back this up