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has a gay little gender that pisses you off

@binobonobi

22 | lesbian | its dead boy hours

when programs fucking autocorrect <3 to ❤️ and :) to 😃,,,, do you have any idea what you’ve just done?? what you just fucking destroyed ?

A) It's irritating when systems turn lovely ascii art into crude little pictograms, and

😎 It's even more frustrating when you weren't actually trying to make an emoji.

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i think its funny when adaptations/references to arthuriana are like oh yeah king arthur the guy who looked for the grail. he sure loved that grail and wanted to find it. when in reality he was like you fuckers better not go look for the grail. oh there they go now theyve done it now youve really fucked it up gawain. now we all have to die. fucking hell.

if someone says the phrase “don’t think of pink elephants,” the hearer immediately imagines pink elephants. but when someone says “imagine dragons,” is the first thing you envision dragons? no. it’s that stupid band. they have reduced the number of imaginary dragons in the world, and it’s a damn shame

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Hey weird question but what happens if you put two reasonably likeable anthropologists of wildly different cultures together in the same room? Do they study each other? CAN they? Is it like an infinite conversational feedback loop? I'm imagining two dogs eternally sniffing each others butts at the park

[ID: an edited Calvin and Hobbes panel where Calvin sits, smiling, at a lemonade stand with a sign taped to the front of the table. It reads: It's time to retire that other meme and replace it with this template. Change my mind. Next image is the same meme but the sign reads: Steven Crowder does not deserve a meme format. Change my mind. /end]

"you cant get married platonically, marriage is about LOVE and COMMITMENT" yeah love for the bit commitment to the bit

its been an hour and a half and this has 800 notes can you understand my pain

"do you take this person to be your partner, to have and to hold, in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"yes, and..."

Do you ever get a wave of nostalgia for a hyperfixation that’s never coming back with the same sort of melancholy with which you mourn a lost childhood friend

Like “you consumed my every waking moment for six entire months, and now I haven’t thought about you in years…I miss that passion”