Oh Ok So It Turns Out Ive Been Borrowing Grief From The Future ! It Turns Out Ive Been Preparing To Lose

humans didn’t evolve to live right on top of each other

the sound of thunderous footsteps directly above me is deeply unsettling as I am attempting to sleep

i should not know such intimate details as I do about people I have never seen, let alone met

everything about being here feels wrong and uneasy

watching breaking bad w/o having ever seen better call saul is like "omg Saul! what a silly sleazy guy we love comedic relief characters <3" Whereas when you watch breaking bad after watching bcs it's like ok I am having to actively hold back real tears just looking at this fucker's stupid pinky ring I hate him so much i want to give him the whole wide world

is cannibalism first base or

There’s a reason why we feel lonely even though we aren’t alone. It’s because loneliness is not about how many friends we have or how many people are in the room with us. It’s a disconnection from others. Being social doesn’t cure loneliness, loneliness comes when there is not a single person close enough to see past the illusion to who we really are and what we really feel inside.

Dumbass RPG character idea:

A roguishly handsome adventurer who otherwise doesn't seem to much care for maintaining his rugged good looks, but is comically particular of his iconic ridiculous hat, which he never takes off. Like, ever. He sleeps with the hat tilted over his eyes, won't remove it indoors even at a dining table, bathes while wearing it. Nobody wants to know how the hell he washes his hair. Telling him to remove the hat is an absolute dealbreaker - if any place demands that he removes the hat before stepping inside, he'll rather wait outside by the door while the rest of the party does their business inside. It's obnoxious but what are you gonna do.

Then, when trapped in a situation where the party must either sacrifice one of its members or all will die, the guy volunteers, on one condition: the party must take his precious hat, and give it to someone worthy. Ideally someone spectacularly handsome who will look good in it, but he'd rather have anyone at all wear it, than nobody at all. Nobody in the party, though - none of them are allowed to wear his hat. Baffled but grateful, the party agrees to his conditions.

Some time later, once the rest of the party has escaped, they slap the hat on the first person they encounter and deem sufficiently fitting. The person freezes in shock, blinks twice, and suddenly shifts their stance to a familiar posture, sighing "oh thank the gods, you actually fucking did it", in a new voice but a familiar style and intonation. The character was never The Guy, it's a demon bound to the hat, who possesses whoever is wearing the garment.

i love how delusional some articles of clothing are, like you read the tag and its like “hand wash only/tumble dry on low” son you are a cotton tshirt. youre going in the warsh and whatever happens in there is in gods hands

Their smiles are everything :)

so fucking sick of apartment living

i’m overstimulated 24/7 up in this bitch