notice that no one on MTV Cribs has an emergency eyewash station

basketball dracula isn't real dude he can't-- *sudden squeaking noises from the shadows*

*two pool toys having sex tumble by in the wind* oh thank god

*thunderous slam dunk noise*

pac man ghosts

never lose hope. somewhere, a middle-aged, gender ambiguous person with an advanced degree in an esoteric field and a fiber arts hobby could be crashing out and pinning all their remaining mental health on getting obsessed with your otp. any day now, the most elegantly written 100k fanfic you have ever read is going to hit ao3. it could happen. it has happened.

the thing about art is that sometimes you'll be moved to tears by stuff that is not very good

it’s so crazy having a follower base on tumblr knowing full well it’s not based on selfies or anything like people are here for your crazy twisted mind. i feel like nietzsche

i want to kill this thing so bad i want to squish it under my thumb i want to know if it bleeds or if it cracks i want to throw it against the wall and if it screams i drown it instead

i dont think you would do that.