Didn’t realise unicorns could bomb innocent people
i must not afternoon nap. afternoon nap is the mind-killer. afternoon nap is the little death that brings total obliteration. i will face my afternoon sleepy tired and permit it to pass over and through me. and when it has gone i will turn the inner eye to see its path. where the afternoon sleepy tired has gone there will be nothing. only i will remain
I MUST NOT AFTERNOON NAP. AFTERNOON NAP IS THE MIND KILLER
He would not fucking say that but let’s indulge
#honestly some people really are out there writing characters OOC#but within the story the characterization is consistent and engaging#and you’re like…ah…sometimes a weed is just a plant out of place
Me just after opening a Word document
some people out there really be typing fanfics longer than war and peace in their free time and then going on about their life like it’s no big deal. how fucking incredible. like no offense to tolstoy but that was like. his whole job
there are very few ancient artifacts that make me more emotional than roman tombstones that thank the reader for stopping by and wish them well. there’s simply something so sweet and gentle to me about imagining a traveler stopping along the road to read someone’s final dedication and being sent away with the blessings of a thankful ghost
marcus caecilius: good luck and good health to you. sleep without a care.
me:
it’s too bad smoking is expensive and bad for you and everyone around you because we will never be able to replace the specific intimacy of lighting someone else’s cigarette for them
if u feel the first cramp and think “i dont need a painkiller yet, itll pass” ? that the devil speaking, take that painkiller immediately
what’s even the point if you aren’t hopelessly in love with your best friends
we all get so worn down abt leonard cohen’s hallelujah bc of how much it’s played but it really does have the best lyrics of any song ever
baby I’ve been here before I knew this room I’ve walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew you and I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch and love is not a victory march it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah
Am I reading smutty fanfiction in the middle of a club because I didn’t take my own car? Yes. Does this make me unapproachable? Also yes. Am I going to stop no? No
ah the classic story. allied too close to the sun and started developing sapphic feelings.
The “I’m bi, actually” is so dear to me because yes bitch let’s say the word!! Finally someone makes their characters say bisexual on television!!!!!!! FINALLY
me, watching heartstopper, knowing fully well that i didn’t get a chance to have those cringe high school experiences: