the musings of a performative lit major

im gonna exsplode

[convictedsodomist]

"Can I bring my banjo in the ball pit..?"

"...Well, it's not shoes!"

If anyone took any more photos of videos of me, please send them! I know lots of you have them 🫵

[certifiedcatamite]

art fight attack for @laughingnarcissus !!

[laughingnarcissus]

i love this guy

[laughingnarcissus]

ok so i made what i think nick carraway should look like on my boyfriends switch in tomodachi life like a month ago and im still thinking about him. i miss him (nick carraway) (notably not my boyfriend). where is he. i ordered the game a month ago and he is not here yet because nintendo fucked up the shipment or something. where is he

look how cute he is.

every day i yearn.

[landscape-suicide-deactivated20]

It is really funny how much some tumblr users build their understanding of what is taboo in a degenerate immoral fashion vs what is taboo in a subversive radical fashion exclusively on aesthetic appeal so they’re willing to drastically alter their moral stances based on what media they’re obsessing over currently

[landscape-suicide-deactivated20]

Blogger obsessed with posting about sexual cannibalism and toxic doomed yuri complaining about incest fetishization… you’re two Ginger Snaps gifsets and a Flowers in the Attic excerpt away from trying to recreate Single White Female with your mutuals

[adhdavinci]

[certifiedcatamite]

Oscar Wilde with daffodils

for my boy Connor <3333

[laughingnarcissus]

me and my comically yellow car i use to turn heads and get bitches (the yellow colour symbolizing both the beautiful luster of gold and the malady of wealth and ambition) (my complexion is a sickly shade of margarine but when i look in the mirror all i can see is my shiny gold hat)

[laughingnarcissus]

free me from this miserable reality. free me from this wretched world. i deserve peace. i deserve nothing. you have me in the palm of your hand and yet you refuse to crush me. for what purpose? what do i serve you? how i long to frolick in the fields where dandelions and daffodils are at harmony with one another. how i long to taste the decadent tartness of the sunsplit pomegranate, to feel its lifeblood streak down my face dribble from my mouth my measly mortal mouth that could not hope to dream to contain the majesty of life flowing from the fruit of thy womb oh gracious benevolent mother of life oh clement oh loving oh sweet father nature. you are generous and kind. you are harsh and unforgiving. take from me the blessing you bestowed upon me all those years ago. i am not worthy of it. i want it no longer.