I’m a Hopeless Adult

You know what I miss the most about pre-1990s fantasy? Novels with titled chapters and tables of contents. I know you still get them now and again, but before the 90s it was common practice, and you wouldn't believe how much easier it is to discuss shit when you've got named episodes to go on.

if you think about it making your readers picture stuff in their heads is lk noncon and problematic

okay but this is Vladimir Nabokov's whole schtick, he'll say some shit about the reflections or the bedsheets and you'll go "Oh you greasy fucker you just made me imagine what must be going on to cause that to happen" and he'll rub his hands and go "He he he he, bring meee more butterflieeeeees"

go back to sleep puppy *holds chlorophyll over your face*

haha yay! *starts making sugars*

no i am not immune to early 2000s pop-punk music that fucks a little harder than everyone likes to admit

people born in 2000 should be like 12-14 now. but they’re not. that’s how fucked up our world is now

The older this post gets the funnier it becomes

My cousin born in 2000 is a licensed psychologist.

that’s how fucked up our world is now

I don't do "art studies," i draw "wrong" until I get an epiphany from god

"baby names" is a real misnomer because they're often permanent

Happy Moon Landing Eve! Remember to leave out milk and cookies for Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong, and don’t let Michael Collins convince you to prank NASA!

If Tumblr is still here next July 19th, I fully expect this post to obliterate my activity feed.