I'm not occult, I'm ethereal!

the among us show might genuinely be cinema i just watched a crewmate handle an actual fucking g-string

this show is rated tv-pg yet has shown multiple shots of a character flipping us off with both hands which has led me to believe every other tv-pg director is a coward

piece of media you feel crazy about at formative age is truly like the hotel california. you can check out but you can never leave

admittedly i know little of the subject but one would think, at 45 years of age, he would be a ryan goose by now

I’ve been dealing with stuff the wrong way. 

My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying

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

Hey man I’m just happy to be in this dark and scary woods with you

Just discovered the queue, this thing is amazing

I love how everyone silently agreed to queue this and it's only now crawling out of the processing vortex. Tumblr posters love being contrary so much

to be honest im really sick of the fact that fat people are supposed to suck it up when other peoples worst fear is looking like them