welcome to my pit of insanity

You guys ever see a DNI that makes you break out into laughter and almost cry

If graphic design is your passion then !!! GET OUT !!! 🚫🚫👎‼️🥶🥶🚫

me: if I become the evil overlord I will never harm my minions

[5 years later]

highly throwable imp: hoohoohee

me: hmm

Just checking in with the chuckable imp union, how's negotiations going?

it's really up in the air right now

not meg march, not jo march, not beth march, not amy march, but a fifth and secret thing (all four)

I love you Pirates of the Caribbean I love you Will Turner I love you Elizabeth Swann I love you Jack Sparrow I love you Hector Barbossa I love you James Norrington I love you Pintel and Ragetti I love you Davy Jones I love you Calypso I love you Bootstrap Bill I love you Joshamee Gibbs I love you stolen cursed pirate gold I love you dilapidated ships with ragged sails I love you desperation to find the one you love most I love you deep dark sea I love you monkey

Season 5 Captain Swan makes me lose my freaking mind.

They went “What if he died but she just didn’t let him? What if something went horribly wrong and he started decaying while alive? What if he started slipping through her fingers? What if ultimately it came to a disasterous end where he begged her to sacrifice him to save him, herself and everyone? What if she decided it just wasn’t fair? What if she said ‘no, death won’t do us part actually’ and marched into the Underworld to bring him back? What if she was Orpheus and he was Eurydice?”

Romance peaked.

the real life version of being doomed by the narrative is knowing you have work in the morning

the irl version of being stuck in the timeloop is also going to work

I was making chitchat with the woman who works at the plant nursery and I mentioned that two baby trees I bought the other day aren't doing too well, their leaves are yellowing, maybe I'm watering them too much? what could be behind this phenomenon? and she looked like she was trying to find a gentle way to phrase it but then gave up and just said plainly, "Autumn."

another social interaction that will come back to haunt me at 3am five years from now

I love how we often go aw ancient humans without our modern science must have been so confused by natural phenomena like rainbows and thunder and seasons and then 21st century humans see leafs change colour and use our modern technology to confusedly go look for explanations like

"ai is making it so everyone can make art" Everyone can make art dipshit it came free with your fucking humanity

this goes hand in hand w the "so if this (unconventional/modern art) is art then i guess i'm an artist bc i did stuff like this in 3rd grade lol!!!" yes. Yes you are. Go Forth.

ive just been born into the world what are some good games for beginners

this one won goty five yrs in a row and i heard its got awesome ratings

Tier List

S Tier: Green Line - High up and long circular motions are the sauce. Absolute banger.

A Tier: Blue Line - Nothing special in terms of line structure, but the texture on the beads are what make this one so great

B Tier: Yellow Line - The Right Angled motions are honestly mesmerizing

C Tier: Orange Line - The Vertical Up and Down motions can be fun but it just comes across as clunky

F Tier: Red Line - What are you even doing

are you fucking kidding me the red line beads are a FAR more compelling texture than the blue line. “oh but the red line is booring.” the appeal is in how it interacts with and highlights the other lines you philistine. without the red line there’s no cohesion at all. read a book.

Literally hop off. Red doesn’t even use gravity as an element in the main route. Orange is one of the only three lines (with green and yellow) to actually use gravity to add complexity to the route, and is honestly an underrated pick. Have fun playing “push left” simulator with red. Idiot.

via @wrenrouge

all of the hater women on this site are my sisters and I would die for them

Sis you create Terf lists to threaten women with

Misogynists with no self reflection be like "I LOVE women and my favorite type of women is men so you better be nice to men or else" and think they did a Feminism

Me reading reviews thrashing a book I'll never read but I love drama

and I don't want the world to see me cuz I don't think that they'd understand when everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

Selina, Bruce, and Alfred in Gotham 4.01 ‘A Dark Knight: Pax Penguina’

Love the random censorship in Victorian novels. Mr. ------- came down from -----shire in the summer of 18--. Who? Where? When? Wouldn't you like to know, book boy

this was literally eric on his way to tell ariel he’s in love with her (just before ursula/vanessa bewitches him) after spending one full day together

draw stick figures. sing off key. write bad poems. sew ugly clothes. run slowly. flirt clumisly. play video games on easy. you do not need to be good at something to enjoy the act. talent is overrated. do things you like doing. it’s ok to suck

jesus christ yall dont play video games on easy oh my god

You never play a video game on easy no matter how hard it is to get through.

my least favorite thing that happens on this post is people who support it- except when it comes to the thing they’re good at gamers say “never play on easy” artists say “sing off key but for the love of god no stick figures” singers say “all this but if you can’t sing keep your mouth shut” you know what? i know your type. you’re all jerks & you’re not fun to be around. have fun jacking off to the concept of superiority at your wet blanket convention. i’ll be over here actually enjoying myself

i just really love ballet so much. my body is far from the ballet ideal and i’m not too good but i just really love doing it. it’s so relaxing and beautiful and such a good way to feel connected to my body. i’m in love w dancing and i don’t want to stop… i wish i had started sooner

— from all the courageous hearts (via andantegrazioso)

When I was 18 I took a ballet class at college and every morning our beginner adult class started just as the Ballet Majors in the studio next door took a mid-class break.

Many mornings they would gather in the doorway of my classroom and watch us struggle through our bar warmups or jumble up a new technique while they smiled and whispered to each other.

And every morning I dreaded seeing them there because I knew they were making fun of me.

I had other classes with some of them, and I was always embarrassed when ballet came up, and it always did, them being ballet majors, because I loved to talk about it but knew they’d seen me dance, and I was sure they thought I didn’t belong in the conversation.

At the end of the semester, our instructor announced that she’d like to invite the dancers from the next door studio to sit in on our final performance as an audience, and everyone in my class hesitated. We’d worked so hard, we wanted to celebrate our progress during our final without being judged. Most of us left class that day suddenly more anxious about the final than we’d ever been.

The next morning, in one of my other classes I had with the ballet majors, one of them approached me, and as if she’d been reading our minds the entire semester, she said

“Hey. I just wanted to say that I know we watch you guys dance a lot, and I wanted to make sure you know we’re never laughing at you. When we watch you guys learn the basics…..it reminds us of when we first started when we were younger. It’s like…looking at ourselves when we first fell in love with dancing. That’s why we love watching you guys.”

It shocked me. I felt awash with relief and utterly stupid all at once.

Here I had spent an entire semester assuming the worst of people who had otherwise been nothing but nice to me in every other setting, and I had no one to blame for that but my own insecurities that I’d allowed to rule me for months.

I’d been so unfair to these girls, because I was self conscious. I was so worried about being judged that I’d judged all of them.

Here I was worried they were laughing at me, and all along they were looking at me with nothing but absolute delight, even envy for what I was getting to experience.

This encounter changed my entire attitude, permanently.

It made me realize that, yeah sometimes people are jerks for no reason, but more often than not, people really are just….Good.

Since that day, I’ve started giving everyone the benefit of the doubt until they prove me wrong, for their sake and for my own.

And I’ve learned that the world becomes a lot better and life becomes a lot easier when you accept that maybe not everyone is judging you. Maybe you’re the one who’s hardest on yourself.

Let yourself be. Let yourself exist and breathe and be happy.

The world is a much better place.

ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige

I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to “think about the future”

Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.

when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as “14 year old girl purple” (through what’s wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I don’t know, even if they’re not what I want as an adult). They didn’t believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a “dark purple”, it would be “depressing”. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.

I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.

But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)

And the moral of the story is: Fuck ‘em, please yourself. Either they’ll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.