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Why don’t you take a seat in my office

i hate making tea cuz i feel bad for throwing out the teabag. i’m always like i should eat this

We all deserve to go to a masquerade ball. I deserve to be anonymous among to aristocracy for one night getting up to general debauchery in a swan-inspired mask that absolutely doesn’t hide my face well enough for me to be half as bold and sensual as I plan to act but everyone else is on board so it’s okay and we’ll all just not talk about it tomorrow.

Part of me WANTED to suggest we all donate and pitch in for it and do it. But I think (at least I hope) we learned from the last time (then again probably not since they tried again).

a masquerade ball, an event that specifically exists to allow people to lower their inhibitions and act out with less social consequences than they would usually have to deal with, populated entirely by people from tumblr is, and don’t get me wrong, the Worst thing I can Ever imagine

Dashquerade

Masquerade Ball Pit

The Pit Ball

I’m so glad someone put this into words holy shit.

It’s never like “two really great people”, it’s always “one who’s pretty good and one who’s the absolute fucking worst” or “one who is clearly the third wheel cuck in this so called triangle”