i don't want any less, anymore

the first time you hear someone say that mack looks at will with the same intensity that he watches the puck with you’re like booooo that’s so corny and it is but the worst part is that it’s true and there’s actually just something deeply wrong with mack

99% of queer discourse stops right before they define the true difference between bisexual and pansexual!

this would happen to connor bedard

imagine this heat and you roll over in bed an there’s some cunt there next to you. bruv id be inconsolable

The Gaslighting Magician: This is your card

unfortunately i can’t control everyone’s perception of me down to the smallest detail. unfortunately they have their own lives and brains that inform the filter they see me through when i exist near them. and i could be the greatest possible version of myself and i could people please until the end of time and i could walk a thousand miles through the desert repenting and still it would not change this one fundamental fact

‘project hail mary is about the power of friendship’ ‘project hail mary is about hope’ ‘project hail mary is about accidentally becoming too important at work’ wrong wrong wrong you’re all wrong. project hail mary is about what it would take for a single man in his 30s to own a fully paid off beachfront property in today’s economy

hopefully i'll get to do something other than endure soon. that would be really nice

Forgot to close a parenthesis and now spirits enter me like a waterslide

important reminder that most people you follow online are significantly lamer than you think they are including me. and if you feel insecure comparing yourself to someone online: DON'T. theyre probably also lame and weird. most people on the internet are

reblog if you're also lame and weird.

My toxic trait is that if I find a product I like I want to keep using the same product forever. It's not even brand loyalty. It's called stop changing and discontinuing everything.

A non-writer asked me "but where do you get your ideas" and i genuinely did not know how to explain that it's not a place. it's not a website. it's not a folder. it's that i was on the bus and a woman was holding a paper bag very carefully and something about the way she held it made me need to know what was inside and then i needed to know why she was sad about it and then there was a whole person and then there was a whole story and the bus had already stopped and i missed my stop. that's where.

there's a common belief that artists know how to make art. this is untrue. i've yet to meet a single artist who has any idea what they're doing