maybe i don’t know

every day i wake up and drink my silly little coffee while God eats my heart like a pomegranate in front of me

bro your whimsy. you forgot your fucking whimsy. your solemn and somber attitude is scaring the hoes

i need to eat a food. none of the food in the house is The Right Food. what is the right food? only god knows. and we're not on speaking terms right now.

like you got your shirt wrapped around and tucked in to be your underwear... the very act of taking the shirt off to do the anachronistic shirtless with breeches look would be way more complicated than the people who perpetuate the anachronism ever imagined

You get it!

Also knowing these bits of fashion history is so priceless when you read old novels and stories. Like, once you know that a shirt was also underwear you really get how *bad* it is when in Anna Karenina Levin discovers the day of his wedding that they packed away all his clean shirts and he has no fresh linen to wear.

dark green is a nice color. underrated

gays see something with "vampire" in it and hit reblog

bring out the rotating tiger

so youre telling me that some asshole can just throw together meaningless shit and get notes and attention yet when i put actual thought into the things i say nothing happens i am so fucking done with this bullshit god damn fuck

oh

I genuinely think there was no greater insight into the modern Christian mindset than when the Pope said he very much hoped Hell was empty and he was absolutely hounded by both Catholics and Protestants outraged at the idea of a man who wanted a place of infinite suffering to have nobody in it.

every day i wash and dress myself like a wound

every night i fester and ache like - yeah. you get the idea.

topping is actually gayer than bottoming because like the top is the one who's deciding again and again to put his dick in another man. The other guy could just be chilling. For all we know