Why Does Tumblr Keep Recommending Aromantic Posts Like What Are You Trying To Tell Me. I Know My Last

I would like to be a cat. I want nothing more than to just stare into the abyss , shit, judge my surroundings and then sleep. All while being unconditionally loved and praised

Fever is a hilarious immune response. Our bodies tell the disease “hey, wanna see which one of us dies of overheating first? No? Too bad.” and honestly they’re not even the winners a decent chunk of the time but it works often enough that we never evolved it away or anything. Fantastic work.

oh uh. scuse me. just a lil snail crossing your dash

i need to know every language immediately

I don't care for omniscient narrators, give me the unreliable, nerve-wracking, clueless youth blinded by emotions and fears who distorts the plot, making you think you know what's going on but then everything turns out to be anything but what you expected.

That's how you LIVE a book

Oh to be a cat sleeping in a music shop

Babushka Cat Prints and Stickers // Selynn Draws on Etsy

gotta admit, I'm impressed with their dedication to the bit

the secret history is so wild. like there's a hundred different analysis essays you could write about it and it's meaning and whatnot. but there's also a genius who thinks of elaborate ways to kill someone but didn't know or believe that the moon landing happened. they pull off the murder of their classmate and don't get caught. they try to hit a wasp with a prayer book during said classmate's funeral service. the unreliable narrator does cocaine in a burger king parking lot. said unreliable narrator lives in a hippie's house that has a hole in the roof in a vermont winter and doesn't realize it's literally killing him. the absolute hilarious unhinged energy from this book is overshadowed by a writing style where the most batshit things seem almost mundane. i love it.