Periodically elemental

heroine of a gothic novel (me) in a long diaphanous nightgown (oversized boygenius t-shirt and no pants) holds her candlestick (3 year old iphone that gets concerningly hot when the flashlight is on) aloft to light the shadowy corridors of a sprawling manor house (modest 2 bedroom apartment) in search of the source of a mysterious, dreadful warbling noise that pierces the night (dog’s water bowl fountain clogged with kibble)

sorry i got heart pupils when you were mean and perverted to me

This show is an accurate portrayal of how artists are hopeless dumbasses and we need a producer type to bring us back to earth to get anything meaningful done and I’m here for it

Minecraft wheat field so big my entire computer froze when I tried to open axiom and when minecraft proceeded to crash my computer freaked out so bad it started opening randomly recently used apps and stopped rendering several key graphics on my hotbar 🤪✌️

when i was a kid my parents bought me an inflatable doll of the Scream by Edvard Munch (??) that was significantly taller than i was at the time and i used to slow-dance with it and pretend it was my boyfriend. It had its hands attached to its head obviously so it felt like he was always a bit horrified to be forced to dance with me

I love this website I love it when people tell us what's wrong with them

it's funny to me that consistently the most polite comment rebloggergirl in the world will fully comprehend your post and append an example or supplementary work directly relevant which adds to the conversation endcapped and tagged with multiple variants of "i'm sorry to add this and i hope it's relevant but i completely understand if you'd like me to remove it or if it derails this post in any way and i hope you have a good day and i apologize" and her reblog will be two notes below scrumbo-the-wumbulous-gerblin, who has added five paragraphs to your post written in buckle up chucklefuck tumblr cadence about how race science is actually real

It exists and it's called Portland, Oregon

humiliating to be attracted to a conventionally attractive person. I thought I was a more sensitive and refined pervert than this

functionally suicidal character saying “I would die for you” to their significant other and its like. I get the sentiment, honey, but if a hot dog vendor told me he’d sell hot dogs for me, I wouldn’t feel very moved now would I

Now a functionally suicidal character saying “I will live for you”. Now that’s a dynamic I can sink my teeth into.

now how about a functionally suicidal character saying "I will sell hot dogs for you"

Hotdog vender lays down their life to protect their suicidal partner, who then takes over the hotdog stand to carry on their memory...

It's like talking to a 2010 Old Spice commercial with you people