I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

I hate when another car forces you to park terribly but then they leave before you and it’s just like great. Well now my atrocious park job is deprived of context and I look like an asshole

if yaoi is so good then why aren't they women

saturdays last for about 7 hours and sundays last for about 3 and a half. use this time wisely before you’re swept back into the consecutive weekdays that are all 37 hours each

real sufferers can see the end before it even starts

real sufferers can see the end before it even starts

real sufferers can see the end before it even starts

the thing about fruit flies is that in the abstract, they live peaceful and irreproachable lives nibbling on overripe fruit and its attending microbes, but practically speaking they awaken some sort of primordial rage within me. Get off my bananas you little fucks

How never having seen a single Dan and Phil video feels right now

i don’t want characters with healthy coping mechanisms, actually. i want them to yearn and weep and suffer and have their brutal worldviews informed and/ or altered exclusively by their unyielding love for like. one other person. sorry

real sufferers can see the end before it even starts

real sufferers can see the end before it even starts

real sufferers can see the end before it even starts

oh sorry i hit him with so many hammers