Gay and Yearning

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

The end of good omens 3 except instead of Satan and God showing up in the bookshop it’s the delivery man from s1 to pick up the backup copy of the Book of Life that has been there all along.

right after michael romance broke up they dropped frankie airo into the bong and smoked him. SAD. well theres other rhythm guitarists

i've always wanted to visit the beautiful city of chicago because i love their citation style

Summer…. Dykes in tiny shorts, dykes in crop tops, dykes in muscle tanks, dykes in short skirts, dykes in sundresses, dykes showing off legs and tummies and tits and ass and arms… we are so blessed

Especially fat dykes. Very much especially fat dykes

I didn’t do well in college. I had untreated ADHD and was working full time as a baker in addition to going to school (and COVID happened). But at least the papers I royally fucked up, I fucked up with integrity. Those were MY stupid words, goddamnit!

deep rooted respect for women who openly get mad and are okay w being perceived as bitchy

its cause you always slouching toward that damn bethlehem

chatgpt is the coward's way out. if you have a paper due in 40 minutes you should be chugging six energy drinks, blasting frantic circus music so loud you shatter an eardrum, and typing the most dogshit essay mankind has ever seen with your own carpel tunnel laden hands

Well? Have you?

Reblog for a miracle to happen tonight

Gentle reminder that the human eye is naturally drawn by noise and movement, so the next time you walk into a crowd or a bit late into a lecture or something like that, they’re not staring at you or judging; it’s just an instinctive reaction that has nothing to do with you doing anything wrong.

This really helps my anxiety.

oh.

I like to believe that for a brief second, everyone looks at me thinking I might be a snack

I am a snack. Obviously.