sorry I didn’t show up it was because umm.. you see, I was busy. maybe another time??

Hold my hand bro we’re crossing the street

MY FINGERS BARELY EVEN TOUCHED YOUR STUPID FUCKING AD STOP REDIRECTING ME TO THE APP STORE

LET ME SCROLL I DON’T WANT TO MOVE THINGS IN YOUR STUPID GAME

reblogging this to add that I often think about the old man yaoi mangaka on bluesky who said "the phrase that finally convinced me that the English language is truly beautiful was 'this shit is so ass'"

“There’s nothing heroic about suffering” okay but what if I suffered and I was kinda sexy with it. Like my shorts were a little too short and you could see my ass when I bent over. What then.

sometimes I wish I was a Christian so I could believe my suffering had a purpose but I’m not and it doesn’t

Every once in a while I’m like “hm I think I’m due for a panic attack” and then I get a panic attack like the same day. Either I’m summoning them by thinking about it or I can smell them on the wind and it’s impossible to tell which tbh

and it will be better 🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿

I love how here on tumblr dot website we regularly cast the greatest curse we can muster on each other by pointing our long creepy fingers and intoning "10,000 notes" in a voice that carries the winds of the mountain with it.

I might have made an error here

#here we have the classic case of tossing apollo's dodgeball in the air and standing directly under it as it comes down (via @qqueenofhades)