do not call for me. i won't hear you

stop calling it a girl dinner and call it by its formal name: Fend For Yourself dinner in an ingredients household

went to the beach ten minutes after an actual thunderstorm and got so cold i started coming up with a “fish” cover of creep by Radiohead which I was singing out loud over and over again. imagine me waist deep in the waves no feeling in my legs getting over a cold voice singing “i wish i was urchin. you’re so fucking urchin”

Everytime dc realises a feel good anthology people get really mad about characterisation and like i’m sorry you’re not getting suicidal nightwing in something called Hawkgirl summer but low key what were you expecting

take my ass to torture city where the grass is ouch and the girls are hit me

nope. funkytown again

come on

i’ll be real, kitten, daddy needs multiple wealthy and powerful folks to die in a painful, drawn-out, and generationally humiliating manner

people aren't even exaggerating indeed is literally like that. walmart attendant $13 an hour, target attendant $13 an hour, AI dick sucker $40 an hour, home depot attendant $13 an hour, guy who designs bullets that can only kill children $160k a year plus benefits, gas station manager $18 an hour

i dont mean to victim blame but why do these vampires keep talking to daniel molloy when they know he's daniel molloy

"Whimsy" is truly a wretched term. What maketh thee so carefree?

thy mother

Art thou for fucking real