batcii:

people in fanfiction are so good at identifying v specific smells. I literally struggle to identify vanilla when I’m sniffing a candle labelled “VANILLA” how are these kids getting woodsmoke, rain, mint, and a whiff of byronic despair from a fuckin tshirt

animatedamerican:

cosima-hauntedhaus:

u kno how when u were a kid u could ride in the car and be totally unaware of anything goin on around the car and just be chill

but then u took driver’s ed and u started learning all the rules and now even if ur just in the passenger seat u can’t help noticing all the shitty things ppl do on the road?

that’s what social justice is like

… that’s actually a really good analogy

well done

goddessofidiocy:

thinkin about my two hundred different embarrassing and completely self-indulgent daydream universes that i’ve actually taken time out of my day to create content for and have never shared with anyone bc they’re that embarrassing but not being able to stop bc they’re one of the few things that bring me genuine joy 

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snakegay:

gayscreaming:

snakegay:

gayscreaming:

snakegay:

gayscreaming:

snakegay:

sneeking:

snakegay:

i call all my friends after 20 years of no contact and invite them to visit me at my house, which is a farm in the middle of nowhere. they approach the farm gates and i appear looking like this

..go on…….

i lead you into the barn where i live and offer you snacks and refreshments. it’s a bowl of minnows and 3 caprisun pouches

accept the capri sun, cautiously refuse the minnows

i tell you that it’s fine, leaves more for me, but you can tell im a little hurt. we watch cutthroat kitchen in silence, i seem to be attempting to drink my caprisun through my gas mask, but im failing miserably. you say nothing.

i say nothing

at one point i go into a shed and bring out more caprisun pouches and a single triscuit for you

Thanks

youre welcome