#her especially

[llamaalpacca]

since when did sitting look so attractive

[warpedmacbeth]

One of my favourite things about Macbeth is the inevitability of the witches prophecies. Macbeth jumped through hoops to get away from his death, but it came ANYWAY.

If their prophecies really were that accurate, then don’t you think maybe, just MAYBE, he didn’t have to commit regicide? That the king’s sons might’ve died or ran away or something anyway? And then Macbeth wouldn’t have been able to have kids (as the play suggests anyways) and so he’d naturally give it to Fleance, the son of HIS BEST FRIEND? Maybe?

[vortahoney]

I just want every Star Trek woman to give me a kiss. Is that too much to ask

[crave-mp3]

If we're mutuals im coming to you house and making you read the low low woods bc i need someone to talk to about my gay eldritch horror comics

[sisterdragonwithfeathers]

Here, have this stupid thing I thought up and doodled at 12:30 AM

no, I haven’t drawn clone armor in awhile, why do you ask?

[demon-birate]

I think lucy westenra should have been gay

[adelheidvonschicksal]

I DIDNT KNOW CHO IS OR WAS //TODOBROKIPROMPT MZNXBC AND YOU TWO ARE- IM GAY AND ALIVE

Yes! I OUTTED HER UNDER HER OLD NAME! It was just in case anyone didn’t know her new name.

Sorry to dissapoint, but we’re not together anymore. She divorced me. Can’t turn a hoe into a housewife™. Nah but we’re just catty friends, no dating.

@cho-writes

[cheesypineapples]

A message to me

So like, I’ve done a LOT of shit recently and idk I feel disconnected from both myself and other people? I know I have friends and stuff but currently I’m holding other people’s secrets and it feels so unnatural to me? I’ve slept with people I shouldn’t have, I fell in love with people I shouldn’t, stopped people I shouldn’t, not stopped people I could have helped, and feel like I’m not the person who I once knew as myself?? Sometimes I feel like it’s not okay for me to say I’m not okay? I know that’s redundant and ridiculous but it’s true- no matter who offers to help I feel like I’m just adding to their problems and like ??? they don’t deserve that? I always feel as if I am like doing some fucking monologue before I eventually love my shit and do something really stupid? I just want to get everything down into a poem or a song or a movie script but it never seems to help. One day, maybe, I’ll find someone that I feel comfortable telling them all the truths to and that, maybe, I will be able to find enough comfort and solace to tell my friends about them all? I might start to make a full memoir of everything that has happened over these past few years. I’ll begin it now and if needed I can post it, in order starting from when everything began to go down hill for me.