penny

i actually never realized how many people even know what the heel bone is until i broke all my bones. i'll be like "i've broken all the bones in my leg" and someone i've known for 11 minutes will be like "??? even the calcaneous???" i'm like yeah but how come you know that one

scientists are in labs right now creating the thinnest and worst material known to mankind so they can make women’s clothing

Oh he's definitely eating it

scientists are in labs right now creating the thinnest and worst material known to mankind so they can surreptitiously eat it

*sees the icon of a mutual I literally never talk to* oh look it’s my Friend

the worst part of summer is that people get sooo comfortable expressing their disgust at having to see other people’s bodies. they’re always complaining about wrinkly old men at the nude hot springs or fat women in bikinis at the beach. I hate that shit. if you’re not capable of being normal about bodies you personally don’t find attractive, just turn your head to look at something else! and if you’re not smart enough to do that, then at least do the rest of us the courtesy of suffering in silence, because we don’t wanna hear your weird comments. thanks.

about 90% of fanfiction takes place in a utopia where men are thoughtful and unsure of their place in the world

Say I love you to your friend who walks slow. Who pauses long and often to gather their thoughts. Who forgets what they were trying to say. Who can’t focus on you because of pain. Who can’t give complex responses even though they wish they could. Who struggles to ask for anything because the answer could be no. Say I love you to your friend who feels safe enough to be slow around you.

There is never any rush. You can always take your time and I will always wait for you because I do love you. I know there is a depth of layers to you and I will always respect your process. I’m not going anywhere. You’re worth waiting for and I will continue to listen and learn how to love you properly. Please keep teaching me how to love you in all the ways you need me to.

The last supper?

The last supper’s ready*

"rickrolling is mean" rickrolling is the gentle, kind, prosocial descendant of what we used to do on the internet, which was putting a redirect to goatse in every possible misspelling of a url