and i said to the star, “consume me.”

hopefully i'll get to do something other than endure soon. that would be really nice

take my ass to torture city where the grass is ouch and the girls are hit me

nope. funkytown again

come on

i love being prevd its like getting a good grade in thoughts

sometimes a fic can just be about the age old question 'how emotionally bad for everyone involved can a threesome be when they all did in fact agree to be there'

if you complete one task off your to do list you should be allowed 3 days of chilling afterwards as a reward

fuck, I just realized that if I spend my life being too intimidated to make art then that means I don't even get to make bad art. I end up making NO art. that's way worse

Cocoa powder loooves spilling on the counter when I'm trying to be so careful

cocoa powder and powdered sugar are beautiful sisters whos prefered habitats are in order: the air , the countertop you just cleaned, and y our lungs ☝️

Watching any movie before 2000 reminds you that people in movies used to be hot but like in a normal way

some days are really hard and it can be difficult to understand why. but usually its probably because my blood is haunted

controversial stance but i do wish i could live forever. i certainly live like i'm going to live forever. i take my time. realistically however my lifespan is dreadfully limited and there are things i've "been meaning to do" that i will never get around to. the Emoji Movie came out almost 10 years ago. in all that time on any random day i could've decided to sit down and watch it, and i did not. how many more decades will slip by like this? conceivably, it could be all the decades i have left. watching the Emoji Movie would not be, after all, a crucial use of my time. much better things to do. i could easily postpone it over and over and over until my final breath where it may not even register to me that i never did watch the Emoji Movie. no great loss, certainly; and yet i find myself intrigued by Patrick Stewart's involvement

I need you to tell me how you feel about me in very specific detail without me ever asking

I'm trying to take the high road but I'm like, dragging myself bleeding and sobbing along the high road while looking so so longingly at the low road

I hate when I crave and want and desire like girl if you don’t shut the fuck up and stare at the wall

lowkey obsessed with my own blog. it has all my favorite things and all the opinions i agree with. best place on the internet maybe ever

every time i start to feel cringe for being too deep in the hyperfixation i remember the intense depression i have waded through and have to remind myself that enjoyment is fleeting (so grab it with both hands), and life is for loving (so hold that love close), and if anyone thinks i’m cringe they must not be having a very good time (and i hope they can find a good time soon).

I have never, and will never, use "ofc" to mean "of fucking course". It literally stands for OF Course...