Passagenwerk

Idk man my nervous system gets regulated from walking really really fast and elbowing groups of people taking up the whole sidewalk. like that’s what makes me feel at peace

everyones trying to divine rpf proof from like wow they looked at each other in a joint interview or performed for a crowd together the real rpf proof is when they stop speaking to each other

iron islands unironically governed by the law of darkwoke. misogynistic towards flop gay sons but not cool butch daughters. democracy sometimes except everyone who lives there sucks so they democratically elect cthulhu nigh-unanimously. nuncle culture. main entertainment situation is a game where you hurl axes at one another and chop your fingers off but they call it the finger dance which is stupid and gay. salt wives and rock wives = primordial polyamory (evil). no iron islander is supposed to draw the blood of another iron islander (based and woke) so they all just drown each other instead (unwoke) resulting in the perfect darkwokeism ratio. the best asoiaf location unironically. they are PIRATES and they’re BAD at it how #awesome is that.

time to get a delicious tea drink from my favorite crone, boba yaga

then I will go to an exercise class led by my favorite instructor, baba yoga

how could i ever leave tumblr

The arm in that last one is sending me

mutual pining simply never misses. the yearning. the stupidity. the desperation while also thinking themselves alone with it. the rattling relief at the revelation. the way it works in so many scenarios— friends to lovers? a banger every time. casual hook-ups/friends with benefits while they both want more? show-stopping, spectacular, incredible. enemies who are so deep in denial it just makes them madder at each other? utterly unmatched every single time. slow burn, fast burn, burning while already fucking. mutual pining really just is that girl like truly who does it like her

(to the tune of valjean’s soliloquy) what have i done / sweet jesus what have i done / become a pink pony girl / and now i dance at the club

(to the tune of pink pony club) g-d what have you done / become a thief in the night / and a dog on the run oh mama

@bumblingest-bee