William Wow

i bet it feels so good to be a musician and write a gay ass song to your bestfriend with the lyrics 'you gave me something, i understand. you gave me loving in the palm of my hand' and 'i want to tell you and now's the time, i want to tell you that you're going to be mine' and when the press asks about it you just say is about weed. it happened to paul mccartney.

on paul's birthday, let's take a moment to remember this gorgeous moment of getting shipbaited by the social media team of a guy who's been dead for 40 years

soooo embarrassing to get obsessed w a specific character when no one else gives a damn. like yeah heres post #574934. heres au idea #26482. heres art piece #9383. yes its all about the same person, yes i am rambling in the corner blair witch style. feel free to shoot me dead for this btw

thank you all gif makers everywhere, yes i WOULD like to live inside that half a second when my otp looked at each other forever on repeat, lovingly color-adjusted to make them even hotter than ever

(in sex ed class) this is stupid when are we ever gonna need to use this lol

Not book smart or street smart but a secret third thing.

supid

supid.

i’m a fujoshi and i’m a himejoshi and im a hetjoshi i just like it when people fuck i cannot lie

*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*

the years have made me weird and strange to talk to. but still i must post

People who try to copy historical writing styles don't say enough weird stuff in them. I'm listening to a 1909 story about a ghost car right now, and the narrator just said he honked the car horn a bunch of times, but the way he phrased it was "I wrought a wild concerto on the hooter".

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