Yea, for I was copying the Bible. And it came to pass that I wrote "gaudius", or joy, when the intended word was "gladius" or sword. And all of the other monks did mock me with cruel words and jests. And when I did recite the Scripture at dinner, I coughed, and Brother Abelard did ask if I had meant to say "gaudius". And on the way to the dormitories I did tell of my encounter with the fearsome black hen of Cheshire, and Brother William asketh of me why I had not slain it with my gladius. And so it came to pass that I took a vow of silence and ceased to speak with all worldly men. Amen.

I feel like I am living in the twilight zone. Literally thousands of Palestinians are dead, hundreds still missing under the rubble, Palestinians being captured and tortured in the West Bank, Israel saying “oh we’re going to ramp up our bombing” and tonight being the worst night of bombing to date and all I hear is “both sides both sides both sides both sides-“ I feel like I’m going mad

Ive made a new game its called the drink yo self to death game the rules are take a shot every time a new fcking ugly bitch from krakow trys to steal my man on whatsapp

remembering that time i got drunk and told a guy he looked like a wrought iron gate

he didnt respond to my observation. just sorta stood there

... much like something else i know of

cause of death: tried to organize an activity with more than 2 friends at once past the age of 25

Fuck. Those fuckers at the store sold me No Purpose Flour again. What the fuck do I do with this

Hey I saw you from across the bar but my girlfriend didn't. Are you some manner of spirit

Very reductive when people on here act like the lgbt is simply a tactical alliance when we are a community drawn to each other for our prioritization of self actualization and self love over societal expectations.. there’s tactics to it but even if we weren’t oppressed similarly we’d still be family. I see myself in lesbians. I see myself in trans dudes and girls, bisexuals and gender-fluid people… we’re not just discrete identities huddling for warmth. Come on

on the webbed site , straight up posting through it. and by "it", haha, well. let's just say. The Horrours

having to ask people if you’re still hanging out is one of the worst things ever . like is our playdate still on? im gonna stab myself

You may think it cruel but when a white witch pisses me off I go through her etsy listings for native bird feathers and forward it to fish and wildlife services

Sweats in Salem witch descendant

Keep sweating girl the game wardens on his way