Brainrot Collection

Your friend’s unpublished fic idea is kind of a dead wife

i also want to read this guy’s dead wife

tumblr is great bc its like a diary where I can take other peoples diary entries and glue them into my own diary

also part of growing up is realizing that the embarrassing music you liked in your early teen years still goes hard as hell

You can tell a lot about a person by entering their mind palace and encountering their greatest fears and darkest hopes in a labyrinth reflective of their subconscious thoughts.

everything is a horse if you are wrong about what things are

How quickly we forget the dangerous crow boy who’s job it is to destroy plastic

FUUUUCKKK I LOVE SLIME RANCHER FUCK YESSS I FUCKING LOVE EXPLORING THE FAR FAR RANGE AND FUCKING TAKING CARE OF MY SLIMES AND I HAVE FEELINGS FOR VIKTOR HUMPHRIES I MEAN I FUCKING LOVE THE DESIGNS OF THE SLIMES AND THE SOUNDTRACK IS FIRE AND FUCK FUCK FUCK I FUCKING LOVE SLIME RANCHER

The insanity of Lost is special because you don’t expect it. The trailers and plot make it look like a regular ass drama that you can just put on to chill out but no. The people are actually freaks, it’s actually the most cryptic and philosophical thing you’ve ever seen in your life. Want cool survival scenarios? WRONG. You get weird smoke monster

It's literally like. Well what if your career was also a beautiful woman you could have sex with.

Okay so what if you had fallen into the very common trap of making your career the load bearing pillar of all meaning in your life and your sole source of self esteem. But also your job was inherently religious in nature. Now also imagine God was a beautiful woman and she wanted to have sex with you. Now imagine y'all broke up.

"well I think that would fuck me up a little bit" yeah. Yeah it probably would.

Now imagine you were pregnant with an incredibly powerful bomb.

Eating udon currently

when i was a kid my parents bought me an inflatable doll of the Scream by Edvard Munch (??) that was significantly taller than i was at the time and i used to slow-dance with it and pretend it was my boyfriend. It had its hands attached to its head obviously so it felt like he was always a bit horrified to be forced to dance with me

I love this website I love it when people tell us what's wrong with them

“you get frightened far too easily” i’m actually part horse on my mother’s side

me to myself: this sucks. I’m going to watch 9/11 footage to calm down