I Love That In Most Shows The Father Figure Is A Random Middle Aged Dude And Then In Dead Boy Detectives

my toxic trait is simply not doing things if i don't want to do them

Skies that make the bards cry

Is it a normal desi experience to feel like a failed investment of your parents or is it just me?

I forgot the word chaos once. If it wasn't for the thesaurus I would have given up a long time ago.

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 don't wanna choose between being a salesman or a soldier 🪖

The number of times that sheer fucking hetero-ignorance has saved my ass from accidentally falling out of the closet tho!!!!

Does hozier owe the mob money or something? Like this man usually does 4-5 years between albums but we already got an ep after unreal unearth and now we are getting another? Like I’m very happy for more music but like did he sell his soul and now is trying to buy it back or something?

the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away