Nothing to see here

Everything on this blog is misleading or a downright lie! Any similarities between posts on this blog, whether real or fictional, are completely coincidental. Especially any commentary on the Wensleydale family and their relation to the Lekat a'Sy group. You see Lawyers, I listened, and this better be enough to prevent any further litigation.

[sesamie]

learning that addiction is a progressive narrowing of the range of things that make one happy was kinda life changing for me. i apply it to everything not even just addiction i am always checking to ask if i am narrowing my range of happiness or widening it

[argumate]

always good to check whether your coping strategy has become something that needs its own coping strategies

[aloysius-wolfington]

this has helped me so much and is a much better way for me to frame addiction. i'm powerless over my substance abuse as I can never stop being an addict vs. let's enjoy more than one thing

[aloysius-wolfington]

[aloysius-wolfington]

I'm not sure whats worse, this post or a sad man commenting on his post

[aloysius-wolfington]

ants taste so good

Formic acid is what ants use to defend themselves. It’s a powerful tool in nature’s arsenal.

[aloysius-wolfington]

Sometimes I wish I checked myself before posting about eating ants

[oopsabird]

god, GOD Freddie Mercury was such a fucking badass

This doesn’t do the moment justice. He took the swig of vodka, said “I’ll fucking do it darling”, and then ABSOLUTELY NAILED IT in one fucking take

[child-of-dolora]

Mood for 2019: “I’ll fucking do it, darling.”

Reblog for Freddie Mercury level belief in yourself this new year! 

I’ll fucking do it, darling

[natus-ex-astris]

Have the video, because you need to hear it for yourselves. Freddie Mercury’s voice here hurts, not gonna lie, but not because it’s weak or anything. Just because of the lyrics, and knowing how hard it was for him at this point. It’s beautiful, a strong, defiant song in the face of death, it hurts to know that this man was gone before his time.

[aloysius-wolfington]

ants taste so good

Formic acid is what ants use to defend themselves. It’s a powerful tool in nature’s arsenal.

[aloysius-wolfington]

Bless ao3

[aloysius-wolfington]

I’m done with Crab Rangoon summer!

I will say it once and once only. crab rangoon is a dish, not a place. so no, you can’t go there, not even for a ‘quick vacay’

And honestly, even if you could you would never be allowed to leave

[julieterbang]

thepastatable__

[aloysius-wolfington]

Okay, but how do you know it is in fact food?

[aloysius-wolfington]

[finalgirlabigailhobbs]

I can’t ever leave tumblr because I just love the tag function.. no other social media platform allows you to heckle yourself on your own post. you get to preemptively make metatextual commentary abt your OWN POST. how cool is that

[aloysius-wolfington]

I often use my wife as a literary device so I can tell people about conversations that I have with myself in my head, you know, without sounding mad. This works well until I start telling her the story and then realise midsentence that I don't know what to do. So last night she told me she accepts I have an imaginary version of her in my head and that's okay because at least someone likes my stories

Fuckin' brutal

[ohio-stereotype]

REBLOG IF UR BLOG IS SAFE FOR THERIANS AND FURRIES

[homunculus-argument]

Do you ever think about autistic medieval nuns. I'm pretty sure there were some, it's statistically impossible there weren't nuns that were on the spectrum. Other nuns at the monastery looking at them like "Sister Margary always looks to be in peace and so content with this life, why cannot I be such a good nun as well" and then immediately start grieving about the sin of envy or some shit.

Meanwhile Margary has zero fucking idea that anyone is staring at her, busy thinking "oh man I sure fucking love having the same meal at the same time every single day, and then going back to my simple repetitive work where Nobody Fucking Talks At Me all day."

[aloysius-wolfington]

Sun dews, sun dews

Werewolf aren’t thou?