I can’t watch re5 play through without going feral over Albert wesker. I fear I need him

I feel really niche when I get asked my favourite colour and I say the hex code for a really specific grey colour.

I think I’m finally over my ex. Which is a shocker because two posts here are dedicated to them, I think I’ve more accepted the fact that he’s not coming back, and that it was never meant to be.

Being chronically ill in the summer is not for the weak. I need my limited sunshine and my cold weather please and thank you

“Human nature is the best Madonna song” y’all sleeping on erotica. It’s so mmmmgh

Whenever someone says I got a cat I just say ‘no it’s a small dog who meows.’ And then I take a minute to accept the fact that I’m a fucking chud

I need to post a bunch in my drafts because I’m gonna be away for two days meaning I can’t be chronically on tumblr but I need to feed the kier-lings 💔