Fogweaver

Can you be a fucking hater with me for a second

reblog for something very lgbt to happen to you on nov 5th

you only get this achievement if you were here and posting the entire time

I love predictions of the future that oscillate between "eerily prescient" and "what the hell are you talking about?" Like that description of the year 2,000 written in 1933 where the author predicts flatscreen television, the glass wall trend in the homes of the wealthy, and the obsolescence of stuffed mattresses, but is also convinced that normal showers will be replaced by a device called the VAPOR LANCE that VAPORIZES the DIRT on you

Sometimes Apollo hits writers with prophecy and sometime it’s Hephaestus trying to make a pitch for his new product

I need to go to the farmer's market and buy a jar of jam or perhaps a bar of handmade soap. It's the only thing that will curb my bloodlust.

autism burnout barbie

strangles you with the red thread tying us together