I am the architect of my own disaster

(backseating you at the mortar and pestle) man you aint even squarshing it

Arugula is some crap they found on the ground for real

thats because its plance. there are others as well

telling the knight that if he truly were a stoic of that bygone Roman era, he would train in the nude and let me watch pleaseee

the absolute devastating intimacy of a forehead rest. when you are both just so tired from existing in a world that demands you to be a rigid, functional individual, and you finally collapse into each other and just lean your forehead against theirs, or against their shoulder. it’s the physical equivalent of dropping your shields. it’s saying i am entirely heavy right now, and i am trusting you to bear a piece of that weight. and the most beautiful part is that the other person doesn’t even flinch. they just adjust their stance, tuck you a little closer, and absorb the impact. we were designed to divide the burden of being alive.

"Tattoos are becoming unpopular", "piercings are unpopular again", "keep your hair natural never dye it again, it's the trend now" literally fuck off I know what y'all are doing

Leave her alone!!!!!

Wanna hang out naked and free-use each other a bit? You know, as friends do?

there are sounds that only bald people can hear