god i am laughing

laughter is my gut reaction to witnessing pretty much anything i find unbelievable and i’m counting down the days until it causes problems. i remember once i had a teacher who was screaming at someone and she said to them “in this classroom, i am god” and not laughing was the most difficult thing i’ve ever done

  • Lin-Manuel Miranda, sitting on a giant pile of cash, safe in the knowledge that his show is sold out for a year, a person who has always been able to access theatre shows: Stop The Bootlegs I Don't Like Them
  • Poor People: [stare into the camera like they're in the office]

imagine if it’s actually “apple tree yard” that airs tonight and the producers and writers get all happy because of the great viewer ratings and then someone’s like
“…sorry but no one was actually excited for your show. it was just the whole sherlock fandom hoping for a 4th episode”

NCT’s names according to google voice:

Lee Taeyong: Lithium Song

Dong Winwin Sicheng: Boosie When When Song

Qian Kun: Cancun

Ten Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkun: 10 Cheetah Porn Ricetta Bone Coon

Mark Minhyung Lee: Mark Mentally

Lee Haechan Donghyuck: The Hitch On Dump Truck

Jung Jaehyun Yoonoh: Jungle Jay Can You Know

Nakamoto Yuta: Nakamoto Yootha

Seo Johnny Youngho: Sale Johnny Young Whole

Ji Hansol: G Hansel

Kim Doyoung Dongyoung: Kim Do Young Dumb Young

Moon Taeil: Moon Tail

Na Jaemin: Najee Men

Lee Jeno: Legion No

Zhong Chenle: Zone Show Mall

Park Jisung: Fuck You Song

Huang Renjun: Long Run June

when i slept beside her
it was like i could hear the ocean in my ear
the sea and its solace was near
she was a sedative that dreamed with me
and on some days she would just be an echo
and she would jump at shadows
then on other days she would rise with the sun
and read, and dance, and run free in her mind
write and daze and fantasize
there were times she stayed in bed for days
i couldn’t touch her without her bleeding
she had third degree burns
every sense hurts
then she would laugh with god
or angels or something invisible
i am not dealing with a girl
but something magical

it’s an honor to speak with a god,“ i say.
Apollo laughs, the sound settling under my ribs.
“i am not the sort of creature you want to hear the voice of.”
i touch his shoulder in a frail attempt at consolation.
he blinks, easy eyes melting into sky.
“nor touch,” he finishes.
“it’s Icarus, isn’t it?” i have to ask. “you are remembering him today.”
his nose is red, his eyes strained from crying.
there are scuff marks on his shoes from kicking the wall.
his still young body is thin, bones poking through sweatshirt.
raised welts rest on his arms from clutching too tightly.
“i wish i could remember,” he says at last, looking out the window into the sun.
“but all i can do is feel the agony he left behind.
—  memories or blades, from our last conversations before he burned