Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.

phone addiction is absurd bc it’s like ah yes perhaps one more visit to the rectangle of no enrichment or fulfillment will finally enrich and fulfill me

"focaccia, serves 4" yes all 4 me

"tiramisu, serves 2" yes all 2 myself

“Pie, serves 8” yes I 8 it all

Everything used to be 20 dollars and now that I finally have 20 dollars everything is now 200 dollars

“global birth rates are declining”…… yeah and so are the reblog rates on tumblr.com too, so what now

Does anyone know what to do about the temperature and also the prices

only the true king could remove the sword from the stone…. no one else could…… they didn’t have…. arthurization

I often think I could be such a good writer if I were better at writing