oh, she waltzed with the dead—

Schism? Schism today?

Wow, I didn't have "catholic schism" on my 2026 bingo card

when you keep yourself small all the time (swallowing the words you want to say, seeing everybody else as though they’re automatically above you, downplaying your feelings and achievements), the entire world will constantly be looming over you. that’s not the way to live your life. you’re supposed to be experiencing it, not be subjected to it. (this is your sign to take up more space)

my daughter was my sister was my throw pillow was my waitress

let the bodies hit the floor is such a scary song. usually bodies hitting the floor isn’t a good thing but this guy wants it to happen anyway.

and yet he insists there’s nothing wrong with him. haunting

“abandonment issues girl x devoted til death boy” trope my beloved

Faux leather was the worst thing ever created

Lets take a material that can last decades with the right treatment and care and fucking replicate it with the most dogshit ugly flimsiest animal extinction microplastics smells bad unsexual rips in four days garbage disgusting saran wrap we can think of. Ostensibly for vegans.

If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽

if i dont respond to a message from you i can basically guarantee its not because i dislike you. im just getting attacked by imps and shit all the time genuinely.

[id: art of azune nayar. he leans backwards, holding onto the handle of his warhammer, which has the pick end stuck into a large piece of glass that shows azune drawn in a sunset gradient, shirtless with an intense expression. azune, in front, looks away from the image of himself. his face is serious; he holds his necklace with a child's bracelet on it in one hand, and his cape trails behind him, its end soaked in blood. the word "remember..." is written at his side. end id.]