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The sun is a deadly laser, I am high as a kite, and this man in WalMart stopped me to ask if I’ve ever hit someone up the back of the head with my cane.
I wanted to.
Instead I replied, “No way! I only go for the back of the knee,” and mimed a swinging motion.
“Come back here,” he whimpered threateningly.
Use "said" for dialogue unless you are writing a man talking, in which case use "whimpered"
Transitioning to being a full time cane user, and one of the first things I’ve noticed is now the bus doesn’t start moving until I’m sitting.
That was very much not the case before.
My toxic trait: I’m great at talking to people about their feelings and what’s doing on in their lives, but the second anyone asks me back I deflect and avoid.
I know I’m doing it. I don’t know how to stop though.
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Let it never be said I make up fake adventures for text posts that reach 10 notes.
Free will is a miraculous thing
Not in the christian way
But rather “I just remembered that i can take an edible and a bus into a coastal beach town to eat cheetos and watch the sunset”
Listening to Time to Pretend sitting by the sea as MGMT (God) intended
Free will is a miraculous thing
Not in the christian way
But rather “I just remembered that i can take an edible and a bus into a coastal beach town to eat cheetos and watch the sunset”
Free will is a miraculous thing
Not in the christian way
But rather “I just remembered that i can take an edible and a bus into a coastal beach town to eat cheetos and watch the sunset”
“I just really love it when the villain falls in love with the embodiment of human sunshine that masks a hidden darkness. It just speaks to me, you know?”
“It’s cause you’ve got a corruption kink.”
“No! Is that what that is?!”
Oh my god, writing this, brb
to this day possibly one of my best ideas. someone get me a pitch meeting with the hallmark channel
You ever see a woman you hate bossing people around in a black leather jacket and just think:
Maybe this changes things.
I don’t know what’s going on with Aiden and Clara but I hate every second of it.
Clara Lille (BadBoy17) is a trans woman, right?
I’m only a third into the game, but like. That user name is so “Egg on the verge of cracking,” and then she just kept it post coming out.
If that’s not true I’m gonna be very bummed.
Aiden Pearce is INSANE.
Every fucking time I get stuck the answer is always -
“Oh you’re supposed to drive a car off a roof.”
“Oh you’re supposed to drive a car ON to a roof. With a fucking cinderblock. And a crane.
“Oh actually you see that caved in roof? Use it as a ramp. To drive onto a RAISED SUBWAY PLATFORM.”
The answer. Every. Fucking. Time.
The Terrible Terror that is taking selfies. How can I go from “whaT BEAST IS THIS” to “oh maybe I’m ethereal” in 5 minutes
Hades from Hercules 🤝 Getting mad that your hot girl bestie is ignoring you to hang out with a 🤢GUY🤮 🤝 Me
Hades from Hercules 🤝 Getting mad that your hot girl bestie is ignoring you to hang out with a 🤢GUY🤮 🤝 Me
Christians who are Really Into Jesus dying on the cross 🤝 Persecution Complex 🤝 “We’re the daughters of the witches you didn’t burn.”
I need to make sure you to know this tag has only been used for Coriolanus Snow
Real
You should know this
And this
Play back to back.
Me: damn this playlist is AMAZING every single song is a hit, no skips. I should save it-
Me: This is my likes folder.
Me: damn this playlist is AMAZING every single song is a hit, no skips. I should save it-
Me: This is my likes folder.
Every day I am more and more impressed with how far fandom will reach to create new content. I love it. 12/10.
You ever find yourself 500 words deep in an essay about kink theory and think to yourself “How did I get here? Is this what I want to be doing with my life?”
Because when that happens I usually just keep on writing.
Question for witches who don’t/can’t do divination:
What’s that look like?
I didn’t realize until recently how heavily I rely on divination in my practice. What does your practice look like without it? Whether as someone who’s done divination and stopped, or as someone who’s never done it.
“Faith has earned me nothing but a liar’s tongue,
A child’s grief.
Promised the sacrament, but understand-
You will not save me.
You will not save me.
But you’ll consecrate me.”
You believed in Batman, in Bruce Wayne. He was bigger than life, bigger than death…until he wasn’t. Ain’t that the way it always goes with parents?
Daddy didn’t save you, but he’ll sure make you a martyr. Every moment of your life stripped of autonomy and personhood, towards the monument of Bruce’s pain.
It becomes the thing that defines Bruce, because that’s what Bruce does with pain. He puts it in a goddamn trophy case for everyone to see. Bruce doesn’t know how to be anything but ostentatious.
You came back from death, but you’re different now. You’ll never be as squeaky clean. That’s the thing about death- it cleanses all sin. Broken men will never measure up against dead boys. Dead birds.
I decided to fix this problem by walking 30 minutes in the rain, so I could go sit in a coffee shop
Soaking wet
Leaking misery and Tiger Balm
(I do actually feel better.)
I’m popping pills left and right
(It’s ibuprofen)
(The rain makes my joints ache)
I think my future self just walked into this coffee shop. Brb gonna find out.
I’m popping pills left and right
(It’s ibuprofen)
(The rain makes my joints ache)