Okay so you’re weird— but like, are you cryptid weird, or are you creature weird, there’s a difference
idc if you reblog this from me but reblog it every time you see one of your friends or mutuals have reblogged it
In another universe, home actually feels like home.
I'm not a "will help, no questions asked" kind of friend. Because I will ask questions. I'm just not gonna question your answers. Like yeah if we're friends I can help you get rid of a body, no problem, but I still want to know who it was and what happened. Not because I don't trust that you'd kill someone who didn't need killing or would help someone you shouldn't be helping - we wouldn't be friends in the first place if I didn't know you well enough to trust your judgement. I'm just curious as hell and I want to know things.
I love how this implies you chose your friends by their ability to kill right people.
go white boy goooo
no white boy not like that
white boy i've never seen anyone fuck it up like that
So I’m pretty solidly on the aroace spectrum, and have had zero romantic attraction and extremely minimal sexual attraction my whole life. Recently, however, due to some fun new circumstances, I’m now experiencing both those things
So for all you people who aren’t on the aroace spectrum at all, and experience these things on the regular—
the intimacy of knowing what someone's hands feel like
some others i found in the notes
When you find yourself in a loop, ask yourself which one of these applies?
(also i love all the fun translations Tumblr has made)
When you find yourself
in a loop, ask yourself which
one of these applies?
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
i cannot wait to financially afford who i really am
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
I couldn't remember the word "doorknob" ten minutes ago.
ok but the onelook thesaurus will save your life, i literally could not live without this website
REBLOG TO SAVE A WRITER'S LIFE
LIFE SAVED
REBLOGGING TO SAVE ANOTHER WRITERS LIFE
I use this every time I sit down to write. It's the best tool in the world and I would be lost without it!
