she's a full on monet

there’s a friday ass vibe about this wednesday boys keep your wits about you

making a cross stitch that says "I am funny and he would fucking say that" to hang directly above my monitor

"hey toast you stayed up past midnight because you were working on the fic and not because you were procrastinating by making a hideous pattern for a joke cross stitch" have you never met a writer before

Fanfiction is insane. You can write porn so good you make friends.

Give us room to grow and see how we flourish.

There's always something so painful about watching a pretty good actor fighting for their life to give a decent performance of an absolutely dogshit script. Putting their whole heart soul and pussy into delivering the stupidest lines you've heard in your life. My god. We have to get them out of there

I've been in an evil mood for hours and I just discovered there was a piece of glitter stuck in my contact lens so I'm going to assume it was that the whole time and now the curse has been lifted.

yeah it was the eye glitter. I'm fine now.

What in the fuck did you possibly do to get hit with the modern day “shard of magical ice in eye that freezes your soul and makes you unable to recognize joy” curse? Like come back here that is literally how the fairytale goes, WHAT happened to you

Cast in a rock opera about vampires that is set in the 80s. There's a lot of glitter.

i think more final girls should be forty and kind of weird and off-putting

This is why Pride is not just a party. It's a joyful celebration, but it's also a pointed and colourful two-finger salute to a world that stood back whilst so many of us died. And we'll never go quietly, never again.

i wish there were more ways to communicate to people under ~30 the scale of what the aids epidemic was like before antiretrovirals, the numbers (both absolute and relative) of people who died, and kept dying, every day for years and years and years, because it's very hard to truly understand looking back from today if you aren't actively seeking out understanding. the photo above of the choir is one thing that works well, as is this piece from 1987 by fran lebowitz.

they would NOT fucking have communication skills that good

#technically they know and understand each other better than anyone else alive#but they communicate that in the most fucked up insane unnecessarily complicated way and think thats normal