I Waited Ten Whole Beers For You

*on the verge of a nervous breakdown* I need go to look at some ghouls

in a world where therapy is expensive, fanfiction is forever free

Something they never tell you about being an adult is the power of just being The Person Who Reliably Shows Up. Even if you don’t think you have much to bring to the table except being kind to people, wanting to learn, and contributing when you can. Many of the good things that have happened to me and many of the connections I’ve made have been because I just kept showing up and people were like, whelp, I guess we can’t get rid of your ass and now you’re a load bearing part of the community

there's been a robbery at the lourve???? please tell me they nicked the mona lisa it would be so fucking funny

i'm talking proper heist movie backflipping over lasers and cutting holes in the ceiling to slowly descend on a wire i want this shit to be FUNNY

I too don't really know what I'm gonna do in the next five hours.

it's very frustrating that when you do something mature---something that really demonstrates how much you've grown as a human being and adult---no full orchestra immediately appears in your kitchen to play verdi's triumphal march and/or an arrangement of tina turner's "the best" at top volume.

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