And that a kelson of the creation is love

a body count not as in homicide nor as in sexuality but as in the trail of people from my childhood and adolescence i should’ve been a better friend to and taken better care of but i was too busy being caught up in my own heartache to recognize their own and therefore our relationship tapered off in an extremely unsatisfying way that continuously manifests itself as a thrumming sense of grief in my chest. anyway which restaurant chains have the best free pre-meal bread?

people who do a PhD are running from something

sometimes you guys yurify a couple and suddenly theyre all cutesy and innocent and perfectly loving. wrong. those girls better be making out nasty style and stabbing each other and being ugly and weird and irascible just like their male counterparts. in fact. even MORE so. they should be NASTIER and BLOODIER and CRAZIER!!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

one note from a respectable mutual on a shitty text post is worth thousands from random users

at my local thrift warehouse where nothing’s priced and you make an offer on all the stuff you find. well i told the person at the register i’m on a budget and didn’t know if i could afford a rug i wanted and asked what they’d take for it and without missing even half a beat they said “how about a cup of blood?” then they started hopping up and down like a cheerleader and said “cup! of! blood!”

we settled on seventeen dollars cash.

dont forget to get really into women's pro baseball in 2026

there is a hockey team that exists right now that consists solely of defensive pair mae batherson and kendall cooper alone in the middle of the desert

I love tumblr because somehow I can end up being mutuals with a celebrity (someone that wrote a fic that I loved)