Who really knows what's going on up here

whenever I tell a story I feel like Uncle Colm from Derry Girls

like i quite literally have never been more passionate about anything than i am about the human race’s invariable desire to tell stories and the fact that we always find a way to do it, through spoken language and written language and body language and visual art and theater and poetry and oral tradition and a million other things. there are so many things we take for granted about the human experience that we never stop to think about but i really want you to take a step back and consider how fucking amazing it is that our need to tell stories transcends all boundaries of time and geography and borders and language. it is one of very few things that is legitimately intrinsic to human nature and i will never stop being completely in awe of humanity for that.

by default i dont understand people with boobs who argue against freeing the nipple and think top nudity is shameful. but ESPECIALLY i dont understand it when you live somewhere where temperatures can exceed like 80F. youre telling me you havent ever wished it was socially acceptable to walk downtown with your tits out when its hot outside. youre just okay with having to wear shirts in all weather and this doesnt bother you. i simply do not believe you............

you've heard of good morning? now prepare for evil morning!!!!!!!! you have to wake up EARLY and get ready for WORK!!!!!!!! 🔥⛓️👹🪦⚔️🧨💥💣☠️🔪⚠️‼️🆘️☄️

I’m such a “yay <3” person like unironically a hip hip hooray type of personality

girl who's 2 drinks in: i love you i love you and i love youuu