goodness me

bowuigi has a fucking death grip on me

Being overstimulated is such a weird thing to explain to people. Like "hey sorry, I'm not mad at you and this is nobody's fault and I'm not blaming anyone for it happening, I am aware this is a part of regular everyday life but I am mentally crumbling because There Have Been Things Happening nonstop for 5 hours straight back to back with no breaks, and I really need to sit down in complete silence for like 15-25 minutes, after which I will be completely fine and can proceed as normal. But if I'm not allowed to have that, I will resort to violence."

if you see this post, drop what you're doing rn and what you'd like to be doing rn in the tags°•

I’m so emotional at this man who loves so loudly but is so quiet

reblog or reply with your love song. you know, the one that you think is what love sounds like

just saw a “only one bed” fic with the major character death warning

#i guess that’s one way to solve that problem

“This bed ain’t big enough for the both of us.”

“AhAHT! You WILL help me with these squeaky, jellybean lookin little–I SAID GET BACK HERE, TWOLEGS”