98% Anxiety 2% Milk

You do you. And I'll do me. And we won't do each other.... probably.  

[2020knives]

i wake up and go over to my board that says "days since the number on the board was changed" and i erase the 0 and write a 1 and then i erase the 1 and write another 0

[joshpeck]

still being active on tumblr is camp

[fucignwimdy]

this post is gonna blow up even more when op deactivates

[joshpeck]

i'll outlive everything you love

[swagophile]

important reminder that most people you follow online are significantly lamer than you think they are including me. and if you feel insecure comparing yourself to someone online: DON'T. theyre probably also lame and weird. most people on the internet are

[most-sane-classicist]

reblog if you're also lame and weird.

[inkmothnexus]

the thing is they really do let you hit because you're goofy.

[inkmothnexus]

i say shit like "whuh oh!" and it makes girls want to kiss me under moonlight for some reason

[cheaphalloweencostume]

funniest sound in the world is a cat smacking shit hard as fuck with their little stupid paw

[allfortherot]

sometimes i wonder if andrew sometimes tests neil. not because he needs to, but to prove to himself that neil will actually listen.

listen i get this compulsion sometimes, to make sure everything is real and what i remember it to be. sometimes its reasonable, sometimes its not. all the same though it has to be proved before i can move on.

so, andrew makes neil sleep on the floor for a week in the summer before his senior year. at the columbia house. neil doesn't complain, doesn't ask why or to switch places. he curls up on the cool wooden floor with a spare blanket and has the nerve to smile up at andrew who's watching him from the safety of the elevated bed.

he smiles like he's grateful for this, to be given a chance to sleep on the floor next to andrew. he smiles like he's been handed a gift the equivalent of the sun incarnated in the form of the hard boards digging into his shoulders.

but andrew needs to prove this, he needs to know that neil's quiet following of his rules won't break at the first crash. so he continues; he lets his apathy shroud his care for the red haired menace.

but at the end of the week, the bags under neil's eyes are just a tad bit deeper; the twitching of his hands a bit more prominent. the hardness of the floor probably reminds him of his time on the run, making sleep harder to find and grasp, andrew thinks.

after this, he'll never make neil sleep on the floor again, even if it means he himself ends up in his place. he refuses to let his choices be the one to hurt neil, even if its willing on neil's part. and he keeps to his self promise

meanwhile neils pov is like: andrew wants me to sleep on the floor for until he says so. he probably wants to keep me in his vision and make sure im safe, he wants me sooooooo bad

(bros too busy being giddy over andrew caring to care really about the floor)

[lakevida]

i love poison omelette

[the-bone-thief]

-1

[skeletor-at-the-skele-store]

-1

[sanleigh]

-1

[lakevida]

got some kick to it i tell you what

[json-derulo]

fool me once shame on you. fool me twice shame on me. fool me three times this has gotta be a sex thing for at least one of us

[wizardarchetypes]

I’m at my friend’s apartment in dublin. she’s been trapped in her bathroom for like an hour and maintenance just showed up with KITCHEN UTENSILS??? 😭😭😭😭💀💀💀💀

[wizardarchetypes]

I’m giving them 15 more minutes and then I’m walking across the street to the conveniently located fire department bc he just tried to pry open this metal door with a kitchen spoon

[wizardarchetypes]

he’s giving me attitude for asking for a locksmith. i was going to be polite for as long as we needed him as an ally but he’s run his use.

[wizardarchetypes]

just realized he’s wearing a single latex glove. for why

[wizardarchetypes]

like i know sometimes the most unassuming tools do the job but i cannot stress enough that he simply tried to pry open a metal fire door with it. he didn’t try to employ it on the lock in any way. the slotted spoon told me immediately this was not our man. pack it up chef boyardee

[the-ladyguinevere]

So what was it like having the fire department axe open the door

[kellyscabin]

no piece of supernatural commentary will ever be as impactful as ‘what happened to all the pussy on supernatural’

[kellyscabin]

Been on my mind

[groupthinker]

plutonic lesbian friends (that do nothing for me)

[flyingboatfortressthingy]

[molabuddy]

its kind of fun to uninstall programs you arent using to free up space and see them all beg for their lives

[important-cat-pics]

[shiveringsoldier]

The person who tweeted “y’all can’t even boycott Chick-fil-A” was right then and continues to be proven right now

[ororium-z]

Happy Pride!

[rootbeergoddess]

Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions

[thesaltofcarthage]

I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.

[omtai]

Concerts will have you staring at the taller person infront of you and thinking Why were you born? Why? Why? Why?

[casualcryptid69]

We’re under a severe thunderstorm warning rn and my dad just opened the door to show my dog because he was begging to go out and it reminded me of that part in Dracula where Dracula opens the door to the howling wolves and Jonathan’s like um actually I’ll stay inside thanks

[halidki]

rhaenyra targaryen and her first-born son jace doodle