I Am Asking You All (boy Kissers, Sluts, Film Buffs) To Help Me Do God’s Work

Y’all ever just wake up from a dead sleep, craving the need to craft and/or feel productive, then realize that because of the time of night there is nothing that can be done?

Then do y’all find some stickers, a fresh, still sealed notebook, AND a pen? All in the drawers of your nightstand?

Evil writing time >:)

There are two wolves inside of you

One wants to make a 75 slide PowerPoint and just read off it word for word for two hours

The other wants to make 3 slides with points not addressed in an unhinged, nonlinear 2 hour yap sesh

You are a tenure college professor

I know absolutely fuck all nothing about severance but “cocky want boing boing” is so fucking diabolical combined with the selfie

Killing myself is not enough

The most intimate experience I’ve ever had with another person has got to be when my friend and I drove around for over an hour and she just patiently listened to my rant about House MD and Hilson even tho she had never watched it and it also wasn’t the type of media she engaged in. And half way through the drive she started constructing a playlist specifically of songs that were so Hilson coded “for inspiration” and once there were a few songs on the playlist we started taking turns explaining what exactly in the song FELT Hilson coded and it’s the closest I’ve felt to being understood

i was born in the right era, i love dying my hair and listening to will wood and being a faggot

why are dudes in fanfic always getting hit with freight train orgasms. why not an orient express orgasm, classy and romantic. where are the shinkansen train orgasms? his orgasm hit him like the TGV atlantique breaking the passenger rail speed record. like the shanghai maglev, his orgasm was a feat of engineering but something of a commercial disappointment.

New JFK conspiracy: the car shot him

House MD fic where Wilson is taking care of house while’s he’s sick (awe) and then he randomly gives house a handjob (huh)

When you’re in the middle of a fic and realise you’ve missed a very critical tag

in the 2000s you got called metrosexual just for wanting tuo fuck the underground,trains