Pink Liv

u can just do whatever at any age all of the time nobody cares except teenagers

teenager will be like ur 40 with a hobby ? 💀 that’s sad <- nobody else thinks this way though they are just going through some stuff

SNEEFFFF

i like when you can tell a screenwriter thinks that being good at computers is all about how fast you type. you need to out-computer your enemies with your superior wpm. whoever types the fastest is the most elite hacker in the cyberspace. its all up to you, johnny quickfingers. we're counting on you.

*takes a bite of my cigarette*...... heh. the character...... *walks into a small puddle but it swallows me up like the ocean* *i am found dead years later in maine*

i want an adaptation of hamlet where everything is exactly the same except rosencrantz and guildenstern’s names get increasingly mispronounced and they go from like like “crosenrantz and stuildengern” to “happenstance and gertrude stein”

*messenger comes in at the end* “Benedict Cumberbatch is dead.”

how DARE you put that man’s name on my post

You sound like a word that means something. (Like Sacramento, or Michigan.) I need a new name. Something to shed the old. Something that feels holy. (Like Raphael, Gabriel, or Lucifer.) Time to filll in the blank. I want to ____ you. So badly. Kiss, kill, keep, drown. I fucking hate this. I love the taste of my own blood. I’m writing nonsense again. I’m thinking about everything and nothing all at once. I think it’s too much, and I feel like I’ll never be enough. Tear tracks and bloodstains mixing together…. I write too much about love, but that’s not what any of it is really about anyway. 

i like to think of a group of friends crying with laughter hundreds and even thousands of years ago

never lose hope. somewhere, a middle-aged, gender ambiguous person with an advanced degree in an esoteric field and a fiber arts hobby could be crashing out and pinning all their remaining mental health on getting obsessed with your otp. any day now, the most elegantly written 100k fanfic you have ever read is going to hit ao3. it could happen. it has happened.

if you are a parent, or may become one, or you are otherwise likely to arrive in the situation of caring for a child while they eat, promise me this: if a child doesn't like a certain food or food group, you will ask them WHY. and specifically, you will pay attention to either confirming or ruling out "it makes my mouth itch" or "it makes my stomach hurt," both of which are medically important info that children may not provide unprompted. which i know because this PSA has been brought to you by "i spent my entire childhood and much of my early teens eating peas and lentils while wondering why everyone else liked the Violently Itchy Mouth Sensation so much, like were they a bunch of legume masochists or something, before i finally realized that Violently Itchy Mouth Sensation was in fact a sinister demon appearing only to me, and her true demonic name was: Legume Allergy"