à mon étoile dans le ciel

Need me some luck

Reblog to cast healing for your homies.

I accidentally follow people so much on this site that i dont know who half the people on my dash are

well look who it is. my old friend. the conses of my quences.

do not 10k me stop that

*clicks reblog* your old friend, the conses of your quences, sends their regards

A restaurant named You're Not Supposed To Be Here, where the whole point is that the vibes are unnerving. The lighting is weird, the whole place has a faint scent that's not a bad smell, but it's certainly not food smell and you can't quite identify what the hell it is. The music is weirdly janky and you can't quite tell what's wrong with it, the vocals aren't exactly garbled but sung in a language you swear you've never heard anywhere and couldn't name if you tried. Only hiring staff who have anxiety and they're 100% permitted to show how much your presence here stresses them out.

être à la limite de la corruption incontrolable c'est bien que dans les fics prêtre/démon les gars

alors que Sarko

I still think it’s objectively fucked how the world is built for morning people and if you wake up later than everyone else you’re seen as a malicious aberration of some sort. I am that but it’s not because I wake up at 11 fuck yourself