women fear me, fish want me

love my hockey mutuals. occasionally poetry snippets or kafka quotes will cross my dash tagged "san jose sharks" and i have to think well i didn't watch it so who am i to judge. maybe franz kafka did write that about the san jose sharks

Ok I found this genuinely helpful today, having recently been dealing with long-term stress and a creeping amount of anhedonia. There are several brilliant ideas in here, I highly recommend giving it a read.

we seriously need to stop conceding to the personhood trap when it comes to abortion rights. is a fetus a person? thats a spiritual question. i dont care about the answer. should another person dictate what someone can do with their body? simple answer: no.

It is so fucking funny to me how easily scandalized some people are wym callout post for a cannibalism kink. Grow up. This is the nothingburger leagues and you're throwing up in the stands

It’s actually the peopleburger leagues

Blocking for being funnier than me

This. Please. Whether I'm avoiding spoilers for a show or people promoting eating disorders, if I block a tag it means I don't want to see it. Spell your fucking tags properly.

WE SAY SHIT HERE SIR

I explained the concept of "blorbo from my shows" to my 71 year old immigrant grandfather because I referenced it in passing and I thought nothing of it, until today when he said "I think I'll watch peaky blinders tonight and see my blorbo from my shows" referring, of course, to Cillian Murphy playing Tommy Shelby

English isn't his first language so he's not super in touch with modern slang, so I've been accidentally teaching him to talk like a tumblr user. His favorite thing to say lately is "me when I'm a little hater" when he's like talking shit about the neighbor's son

beatrice and bertrand are both dead. lemony is gone and never coming back. monty is dead. josephine is dead. gustav is dead, olivia is dead. jacques is dead. once brave people reduced to cowards. a whole headquarters in ashes, libraries and hospitals and carnivals in ruins. and kit is alive despite herself. like a punishment. there are many, many wicked people in the world, more and more every day, but there’s a thought in the back of her mind: what if all this comes down to just the one wicked person? the same one who gave her his mother’s ring once as a promise, and then a few years later threw it furiously into the sea. the one who kissed her on the forehead and then a few years later screamed at her that one day they’d all pay.

none pizza with left beef

It should be a rule of Tumblr to always reblog none pizza with left beef

World Heritage Post

thinking about the plur lifestyle

thinking about the plur lifestyle boys

whats plur

PEACE LOVE UNITY RESPECT: THE RAVER’S CODE

*thinks about the plur lifestyle*

my cat is completely obsessed with watching the bathroom sink drain and I have started calling this "her shows." as in when I'm in the bathroom and she meows and runs up I'll be like "oh you want to watch your shows?" and run the faucet for an extra few seconds so it fills a little. she will then sit there at the edge of the sink for ages totally entraptured by the drain. blorbo from her sink