RBF

This.

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

believing in soulmates/astrology/ghosts/aliens/true love etc makes life interesting and fun

intelligent and weird is so hot

You're welcome.

Want to go to the river and I’ll find you pretty rocks? (Flirting)

Me looking at the 15~ years of content I've reblogged here.

Opening up to me? That's so hot

you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way

I’m better than all of you (me drinking a smoothie)