The Pretty Knight

Fantasy worlds always have large, beautiful moons, sometimes a few of them in pretty colours. We should have more fantasy worlds that have like 112 piece of crap tiny lumpy moons that are horrible and pointless.

They have a whole astrology system based on their awful moons and eclipses are bullshit because it just looks like a piece of gravel being tossed past a light.

There's a 113th moon that nobody knows about because its orbit almost exactly matches a larger moon that it's directly behind, but the speed isn't exact, and when it starts to emerge from behind the other moon it causes a mass freakout and fifteen major wars that kill almost a tenth of the planet's population.

If you write it, I'll read it!

Do you know how many things I am writing right now.

113?

One story for every piece of shit horrible moon.

i would like to officially thank sesame for its seeds, its oil, and of course its street

“what’s up with you and vampires, man?” we don’t have the time to discuss this

genuinely i don’t think it’s possible to easily explain the explicit part of online friendships to people who don’t Understand. i don’t mean like, explicit in the sense of “oh you’re sexting” or whatever. no. i mean when you and your friend start gleefully making up explicit sexual scenarios for your shared blorbos and you get giddier and giddier as you add more detail and you’ll be grinning at your screen as you type away at mach speeds. and it’s entirely nonsexual in an interpersonal sense, you’re not really getting Into it, but ohhhhh it’s soooooo fun and satisfying. and you can NEVER tell someone who doesn’t also do this that your mood is actively improved like fivefold because you and your friend played Sexual Tuoys together because they’ll go “what the FUCK.”

The thing about vagueblogging is ... well ... no ... I shan't say.

(flirting) i could be your problem

my best tip for anyone trying to get back into reading is to remember that you can read books to avoid other responsibilities in ur life and it can become a vice if you play your cards right

My therapist always says “reading is a healthy hobby” and every time I’m like “girl not how I do it.”

im capping it at 59k notes. thats it. shows over everybody

if i see a group of men laughing i just know its not funny

“who did this to you?” moment except the answer is “I did it to myself” im going to be sick /pos

guy working on an artwork they knew would push them technically: what the hell why do i keep doing this wrong. am i haunted by malevolent spirits and such