i recommend every history student to play the appropriate assassin’s creed game before starting to learn about a subject bc it makes everything 10000% funnier like. hey. i know this guy. he had an unresolved yet undeniable homoerotic sexual tension with my favorite video game man. what’s he doing here.
Sir please thats my emotional support stack of books that i havent read
when you're a child and you stay up past your bedtime you get punished by your parents, when you're an adult and you stay up too late you just get punished by the ghosts and spirits and demons and such
bloodlust for peaches and water melon. figs and cherry tomatoes and crisp tall glass of cold tap water baby i live forever today
its true that romance amd friendship will not solve everything but. objectively speaking its very hard to get sad when you can say 'lets go get cake tomorrow okay' and someone will go get cake with you. like there is some good at least. you know
i think names are such a delicate thing and we dont say each other's names enough bc why else does it strike such a chord in me when ppl say my name as if i actually exist
the world is not scary plus im strong as hell
the phrases "kill myself" "kill yourself" "let's kill ourselves" are sacred because brands cannot use them. holy in the literal sense
“i like crazy girls” no you don’t. you like when hypersexual tendencies are symptoms
i would be the best unreliable narrator i dont know shit that goes on around me
what’s the fucking point of anything if i don’t even have wings to stretch
the little dry leaves swirling around in a circle on the pavement look so happy
the breeze has stopped so they're having a nap now. all tuckered out from playing
Can everyone i love move into an apartment with me and we will all live forever
Shaking and crying because I’ll never be able to eat the soup from the Stardew Valley potluck
having friends is so cool like here’s a person i love soooo much and i get to make inside jokes w them and make them laugh and be there for them when they’re sad and share in their suffering as well as their joy. what a beautiful and sacred thing. friendship is holy
it’s like no one wants to fucking take their bloody hands and cup their lover’s face, making a streak of red on their cheek with their thumb before passionately kissing anymore