I love being friends with prostitutes and transsexuals and artists and drug dealers and perverts and queers

No you won’t ever be exactly the same again and that’s fine, actually.

I’m assuming you’re talking about the ‘died and came back different’ thing?

No, I’m talking about the mundane horror of existing as a human being.

the other night I dreamt that ao3 got a new number go up button titled "jorked it"

*twirls my bush in my fingers* kill him

dude honestly shout out to my guards i told them to seize this guy and before i could even finish my sentence they soze him. My goats

unfortunately i can never hate on a "power of friendship" narrative no matter how corny because the thing is it's literally real

My toxic fandom take is that I think that it's awful how much we can talk to creators and get answers from them word of god style. We should be out here in a godless place rooting for scraps of lore in the media like truffle pigs out in the fields

lot of people are going to be sent careening three posts down their dash and crashing into a brick wall because of this post

Grace is one of the most classic things to fall from

That and the monkey barrrsssss