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I have this feeling that one day I'm going to reblog something and it's going to be Homestuck.
omg morgana's face as she chokes merlin
'yeAH THAT'S RIGHT YOU LITTLE SHIT THAT'S HOW IT FELT WHEN YOU POISONED ME NOT SO FUNNY NOW IS IT NO I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO OH GOD I'M GONNA PAINT A PICTURE OF THIS AND HANG IT ABOVE MY BED WHEN I TAKE OVER CAMELOT AND IT'S GONNA HELP ME DRIFT OFF TO SLEEP AT NIGHT BECAUSE YOU GENUINE PIECE OF FUCK JUICE THIS HAS BEEN A LONG TIME COMING AND YOU DESERVE THIS SO BAD LOOK AT YOUR SCARED LITTLE FACE THIS IS THE BEST THING THAT'S HAPPENED SINCE I MET MY SISTER AND WE GOT IT ON IN THE WOODS JFC I MIGHT PASS OUT BEFORE YOU DO I'M SO FUCKING PSYCHED RIGHT NOW I'M GONNA BATHE IN YOUR BLOOD SO GOOD-'
'MERLIN?!?!??!!?'
'fuck. FUCK. ARE YOU SERIOUS. AH GODDAMN IT. HE'S OVER HERE OK. JESUS. FUCK'
I think my cousin is trying to avoid me from across the Pacific Ocean, which is pretty rude of her, but it's nothing compared to the worst thing she ever did to me.
We were on vacation and sleeping in this bed, trading off who was using the trundle bed and the top bed. I was lying on the bed talking on the phone when she tied me to the handle using my hair WITHOUT ME NOTICING IT.
I should not be allowed out of my cage.
i made breakfast today, but the meal you had prepared for me this morning was far more gratifying and invigorating than my two pancakes and my glass of orange juice.
i think i understand what it means to crave your food; though i no longer have a desire to eat the rest of the bag of marshmallows on top of the toaster or the korean food waiting for me in the refrigerator, i am consumed with thoughts of sitting at your table again and, without much concern for manners or neatness, greedily feasting upon your words as you stand over me and rake helping after helping onto my plate, saying
“oh, you have to try some of this” “you can’t leave until you take a bite of this” “this will knock you off of your feet”
until all of your bowls are empty and you tell me to stop and digest.
the only things i remember about the shrimp i had last night are that it was spicy and good and that it cost twenty dollars, but i will never forget the way your bread rejuvenates my soul.