Last night we let the corpse thaw

thinking tumblr oomf really wants you is like thinking the stripper is in love with you. but, what if they are..

make sure to always be saying 'yayayay,' 'yippee,' and 'hehehehehe' while bouncing on it so she knows you are having a good time

Sometimes the ship aint your taste but the freaks who create the art for it are so goddamn skilled that you end up liking it by proxy... and thats truly what fandom is about

its interesting how the people who say "my trauma made me funny" are never actually funny just uncomfortably self-deprecating

we need more deadbeat daughter stories

ill be like “ive had it” and two seconds later i will start enduring

Writers have two modes and they are "i haven't written in three weeks and i am rotting from the inside and everything feels wrong and i don't know who i am anymore" and "i wrote for four hours straight and forgot to eat and it's dark outside and when did that happen and i feel like a god" and there is nothing in between. no chill. no medium setting. just famine or feast and a very confused nervous system.

hate that I was understanding when I should’ve just been a cunt

#bymyselfmaxxing

*trying to pitch public transportation to Americans* it’s like a legal form of texting while driving

riding her dick cowgirl style while shaking my head to show i disagree with the settler-colonial and falsely idealized nature of frontier era north america

a socially isolated pervert is speaking. Listen carefully