who gave oscar wilde permission to write stuff like “death must be so beautiful. to lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. to have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. to forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace. you can help me. you can open for me the portals of death’s house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is” with such ease? to touch my soul so casually? like who gave him all that talent and can i have some

“maybe if bernie showed a little skin” look what yall did. got him slut shamed on the senate floor 

i think if you wanted to eat white chocolate you could just eat candle wax instead and not even notice the difference

Watch out bro... next thing you know I’m gonna be peeling an orange and sharing it slice by slice with you