meow

epic that anxiety is not confined to the brain and just poisons every inch of the body. stomach. chest. neck. shoulders. everywhere else. really really cool

I love the phrase “he would not fucking say that”. Truly encapsulates the number of times I have read a fic where a character would not fucking say that

To be fair there is also the fic writer version. He would not say that but by god he’s a puppet and I’m the one with my hand up his ass so he WILL say it

He’ll say it if he knows what’s good for him

gotta teach myself how to use a sewing machine so i can make the tshirt of my dreams

oh you meant like. the nintendo console. okay.

LITERALLY some of you don’t fucking know what “disposable income is” like i cannot stress ENOUGH that someone who was able to get animal crossing on day 1 of launch or a ps5 preorder that is still only working minimum wage job and/or cannot pay their rent on a monthly basis is NOT your enemy bruv they are NOT “the rich” like PLEASE cement that in your head. 

It is entirely unfair that cleaning is an act that must be repeated, I am not a god so why should I be expected to fight against entropy

do u guys ever look back at a piece of half-done writing and think ‘this could be brilliant. this could be my mona lisa. my starry night. my idris elba’ but you have absolutely no drive to finish it despite an unfaltering desire to see it finished

my idris elba

in 7 years its going to be the 20s again so we can bring back swing music and the aesthetics of that era but keep modern values who’s with me

you can’t repeat the past

date of origin: 19th of may, 2013.

new year, no me. *vanishes into thin air*

meow btw. if you even care.

i have a hill to die on real quick