Two Weeks Until The Ides Of March!

“I hope this email finds you well”

First of all the only emails that ever find me well are from AO3

some trends i am really down for

being nice to people working in customer service

girls in thigh-highs

receiving $400,000

pasta

Mfw I’m fr fr entering the doomed British boy yaoi fandom, not of my own will:

congrats!!!

executive dysfunction is literally like. ive had a random dollar on my floor for two weeks and i dont know when ill fit it in my schedule to pick it up. people dont realize this

my new gender identity

Now consider: a man in a dress. Not in drag or all dressed up or anything. No accessories, no makeup or styling, just wearing the dress, some ratty boxers and muddy sneakers. No socks or stockings, hairy legs in the open air, just raw dogging those nasty shoes. Hair mildly damp. Visibly sleep-deprived. Bruises on shoulders, elbows and knees, left palm bleeding. Sitting on a curb on the street, shivering, looking wretched, and absolutely miserable.

I forgot where I was going with this.

via pitkeeper on ig

"You look great."

can confirm i am locked the fuck in reblogging this post (not on any of the stuff i need to be doing rn tho)

ok time to lock the fuck in *opens discord* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens tumblr* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens gmail* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens youtube* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens an unstable vortex in time and space* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens ao3* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens discord* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens tumblr*

Ralph did not in fact want to lock the fuck in🥲