dyatlovpassingprivilege
man i fucking HATE this town (dies in a peat bog intentionally wearing the stupidest outfit imaginable, condemning everyone i know to the classification of "late american stupid gay outfit culture" by future archeologists)
girl help i'm obsessive compulsing at my place of employment :/
daydreaming on public transportation just hit different
deanhoney-deactivated20220819
he’s greasy! he’s ugly! he’s soooo pretty! he’s fruity! he’s a bastard! he’s the love of my life! he’s my worst enemy!
Sophie @ howl
Are you the fig or the wasp? Easy question: Fig. Why? Becuse one, much like a fig, I'm fruity as hell and two, my family is catholic not protestant.
clownsuggest
clown costume on, third eye stapled shut, lets do this ladies
Costco is amazing but if a centaur were roaming the aisles it would be even greater
hello. i made another quiz. it is spring, these days. we are looking to move forward. let me give you something you might need.
looking for love at the dairy isle
Me laying in wait to see who else is going to grab oat milk
what if when icarus fell apollo caught him before he hit the sea, arms as warm as the sun, but safer.
what if when ariadne cast the rope across a broken branch aphrodite stepped in with a reminder that this, this is not the kind of love you die for.
what if when achilles was ready for war ares appeared with a smile and said “you win well when you win, but what are you unwilling to lose if you lose?” and achilles knew the answer.
if you could retell the tale wouldn’t you want to tell it kinder? wouldn’t you want to give them peace, even love, where you could?
l.s. | I AM TIRED OF RE-WRITING TRAGEDY WITHOUT CHANGE. LET THEM LIVE. LET THEM LEARN. LET THEM LOVE © 2016
me putting a comma where it doesn’t belong: it’s sexy, it’s spicy, it adds a twist, a little color, a little interest
I love how on Ghost Adventures they don’t do anything constructivec to rid these places of ghosts like they just go into a haunted house, aggravate spirits and demonic entities, collect evidence about it, and then dip, like “yeah there’s ghosts here forsure but good luck with that” before leaving the people who called them in probably worse condition than when they arrived lol
"Weird energy in here today" I say, referring to the inside of my brain.
Has anyone written a kiribaku fic where bakugou is achilles and kirishima is patroclus yet? I'm pretty sure that alone could save this year
I am a half full jar of honey on a sunlit kitchen shelf
the fact that i haven’t felt the sensation of being double bounced on a trampoline in literal years is honestly sick and twisted
"my child is completely fine" your child romanticizes being buried in a bog