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Bryce being flung over a winged demon warriors shoulder.

I sit with my grief. I mother it. I hold its small, hot hand. I don’t say, shhh. I don’t say, it's okay. I wait until it is done having feelings. Then we stand and we go wash the dishes.

-- Callista Buchen, from Taking Care

meerlichtz

Yesterday I confused a friend because I called him sir and he was like ??? why are you calling me sir we’re friends? And i had to explain that sir is not a word its a feeling. my mac shutting down for no reason is sir. My cat is sir. My pair of jeans is sir. An email that finds me unwell is sir. Two bugs outside my window are sirs.

meerlichtz

Examples:

sir please stop eating plastic

sir do you really have to do this right now

sir *intense stare*

my good sir stop that right now

sir why are you just standing in the way

(warningly) sir...

please listen to me sir

(tiredly) sir please.

ennairea

Too many of us have worked retail.

Sir is very close to, you motherfucker.

dumbassacademia

why don’t you go dip a hunk of bread into a bowl of hot homemade soup and maybe you’ll calm down buddy

starriersaint

bitches say they're fine and then scream the "I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all" in bohemian rhapsody louder than everyone else

nuka-rockit

turn up the volume on your favorite song to scare the serotonin out of hiding

christophertrees

I’m looking for ppl to shoot, if you’re in or visiting NYC, please let me know if something can be arranged.

earthshakinlove-deactivated2018

I live in Staten Island please come kill me please

earthshakinlove-deactivated2018

Oh shit I just read ya tags you talkin bout photography 👀 ma bad

teenscoolest

mbrainspaz

I really enjoy just existing in hotels. The long identical hallways. The soulless abstract art. The weird noises the air-conditioner makes. Strange city lights in the window. Six stories off the ground. Strangers chatting in the hall. Nothing in the dresser. No past, but an infinite present.