This Needs A Name?

Bruno 🤝 Belle: the whole town sang a song about how weird I am, which sucks, but it’s also kind of a banger and the coordination is honestly impressive.

I’m not saying that I’m touchstarved but I am saying having someone lay on top of me like a human weighted blanket for an hour or two would probably cure at least five of my mental illnesses

The 1971 Gene Wilder film is objectively the best Charlie and the Chocolate Factory adaptation because all subsequent media has tried to make Willy Wonka relatable, or at least warped in a fun and sympathetic sort of way, but Gene Wilder stared the source material in the face and said: "No, there's something deeply and dangerously wrong with this man. I'll have done my job correctly if you look up at the screen and see nothing human behind those eyes."

I’m always a slut for lying in bed for hours on end doing nothing productive.

atla is the best show in the world because they let uncle iroh open his tea shop while his nephew the prince of fire nation is procrastinating on becoming a good person so he has no other option but to be a waiter while hes stalling on doing good i hope the writers knew when they wrote this how fucking funny that concept truly is

Customer service was either going to reform him or make him more evil. That was the Ultimate Test.The rest of his arc was just filler.

I love being bisexual and I think I will do the same tomorrow

your bed is probably as happy to see you as you are to see it. ‘here comes the warmth slab’ it thinks

wrong it thinks “god hope this dipshit doesnt spill beans all over me again who tf eats beans in bed”

stop reblogging this new year new me i havent spilled beans in bed ONCE this year

uh oh

It gets funnier the earlier in the year you reblog it

thinking about when i was small, how my mom told me that pipe cleaners were just a tool until people started idly shaping things with them and it grew so popular that they were marketed as crafting materials. and that story about how the original frisbees were disposable pie plates that students flattened to throw. and how when i was a child i had a wooden mancala set with shiny, colorful stones, but on invention it was played with rocks and grooves dug into the dirt. and middle school, paper football and tic-tac-toe and mash and mad libs, games that just need pen and paper. and before that, games of pretend with pirates and princes and masked marauders. how at slumber parties after lights out, we used to whisper storytelling games, i say one sentence and you say the next. and shadow puppets. and the way all the kids in the neighborhood used to divide into teams and throw fallen pine cones at one another. and the floor is lava game, and the quiet game, and the games i play with my coworkers that are just words and retention. and "put a finger down" on the high school bus. and little girls clapping together, and how the first jump-rope was undoubtedly just a length of rope who knows how long ago, and how natural it is to play, how we seek play at every age and with any resources we have and with whatever time we can squeeze it into in a day. i'm not an anthropologist or a psychologist but i think after food and shelter and water and air what comes next is games and stories and laughter. i think that there is nothing -- not sex or fighting or forming unlikely bonds with animals -- there is nothing more human than to play.

i saw the words “ur not the first person in your lineage to be queer” and it’s rocking me to my core. how many generations down the line did one of my ancestors feel the way i did, feel differently than i did and so damn queerly it was a crime? how many of us were there? did they have hope? did they find peace? i don’t know. at the very least, maybe i am proof their identity was never wasted. reincarnated.

Not all construction work is equally enjoyable. For example, enlarging a drilled hole is boring, but fastening pieces of metal together is riveting.

this joke would get the exact same reaction in 1870 that it gets in 2021 and I love that about it

tbh the fact that its almost 2022 is fine, like its fine whatever. the fact that 2012 was now a decade ago? life ruining. inconsolable etc etc

my oversized sweatshirt will protect me from Everything