Yee Haw

If my silly levels get too low I die

You have rights because

faggots and dykes fought for them.

Respect that you cunt

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Dang, check that shit out. That’s a good fuckin’ haiku. Good job, haiku bot.

Dang, check that shit out.

That’s a good fuckin’ haiku.

Good job, haiku bot.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Big Announcement: I am a fool!! I do not know things! I am straight-up unaware!!!

i’m not “lazy” i’m just a fragile victorian maiden. i can only handle 1-2 mildly taxing activities a day before i have to put myself down for a nap until dinner

Not "I always knew I was different", not "I thought it was normal", but a secret third thing: it never occurred to me to think about whether it was normal until I was forced to, usually in a cruel way

vulnerability is like so hard, if I told you anything sappy please know that I had a hand to hand combat with seven layers of embarrassment and repression

whatever *becomes weirder out of spite*

unstoppable force (wanting to be the kindest version of myself) vs immovable object (all the anger and hatred I have inside myself)

i’m like if a man and a woman had a baby and it grew up in a tumultuous society with undiagnosed mental disorders and unrestricted internet access

never enough time in the day to do fuck all

it’s officially spring which means porridge weather is over and hozier is finally done making his oatmeal and can now again release MUSIC 

for those of you who are ignorant of hozier’s hibernation habits

everyone who tags this post with an ominous phrase like ‘it’s time’ and then also adds ‘oatmeal’ is valid

once again oat season is over and springtime is upon us which only means one thing = new hozier music

Our modern Persephone, only it’s porridge, not pomegranates, keeping him locked away from us for the season.

i need to stand ankle deep in a creek about this

nothing hits the spot like sitting still with your arms crossed and looking around and not talking

i love sitting still with my arms crossed and looking around and not talking

the horrors are endless. but we stay silly :3

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

being smart has never stopped me from being a complete fucking idiot

even tho im annoyingly insufferable would you still hit be honest

*visibly shaking* i am So Normal about this piece of media you Don’t Even Know