so what's the wish?

all that and i havent killed myself yet i must really love this stupid fucking life

not to be a dirty commie or anything but i don't think any one person should have enough money to solve world hunger and then get to decide not to

some hyper famous artists like Van Gogh transcend overratedness and become underrated because they're so normalized. Like I'll look at a van Gogh and I'm like wait this really is amazing you guys don't get it

Shakespeare is like this

what a beautiful day to not be in high school

are they gay? not sure. are they hopelessly and entirely devoted to each other? i think we have enough evidence to say yes

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.

arts degrees r so funny because you go in class and theyre like What Is A Poem? we dont know for sure... and then moral of the story is we don't know what a poem is. and then the worst part of it is that theyre right

I NEED to write fanfiction <- guy who is not writing fanfiction

rpf isn’t enough i need a sex tape

(remembers that the magic lies within mine and my friends’ imaginations) I have no need of material objects

(remembers one sexual encounter does not define the entire sexual dynamic of a relationship) i need several dozen sex tapes

some people really do need to start reminding themselves that the answer to "why didn't the character just do [something entirely different]" is often simply "because then there wouldn't be a story"

"Do you insert yourself as the top/bottom of your favorite ship?" No, I'm the cameraman