#they'll understand

[chiimeramanticore]

having ocd is like that one "i never considered dr pepper could be a woman. maybe im a bad person" tweet but about Everything. not even just people. literally earlier today we had on how it's made and my partner was like "wow i've never considered what batches of ink look like in huge amounts like that" and in my mind i was truly honestly genuinely like "i haven't either. maybe i'm a bad person"

[temptresstitania]

i said it before, I'll say it again. i absolutely would not have the restraint to abstain from eating a decorative little petit four that says "eat me" on it. i would not think twice. i would not moderate that shit. the consequences would be astronomically disastrous. now the drink me cocktail would grant me pause. but a pretty tea cake???? gone immediately.

[secondbeatsongs]

I should not be allowed to leave messages for artists on bandcamp

[moo-moohead]

my new pyjama top looks like those shirts white suburban American fathers wear when they go golfing. it's even the same shade a of baby blue. i'm about to go talk to Dave about lawn mowing and meat grilling and how i'm ok with the gays but i don't want them in my house even though late at i think about Dave holding me close instead of my wife and i dream of us moving to a golf community where we can live our lives golfing, grilling and watching the sunset while holding hands

[trans-zhongli]

one of these days i'm gonna get so lost in the sauce daydreaming about blorbos to songs in the car that i'm gonna get in a wreck and have to tell god and everyone that i died because zhongchi playlist hit too hard

[horrorempathya]

in  between  this  wonderful  military  discount  i  got  and  my  mother  literally  doing  ALL  the  planning   ( all  i  had  to  do  was  pay  her ),   i  got  this  wonderful  disney  world  vacation  a  week  ago.    it’s  the  happiest  i’ve  been  in  awhile.     real  big  shout-out  to  my  mother  always  going  above  and  beyond  for  me.

[banditthewriter]

Write for hours, find out you’ve only written 5,200 words. Well shit. 

Realize it’s 2:47 in the fucking morning. Well shit.

Remember that you’re supposed to meet friends for breakfast. Well shit.

Well. Shit.

*goes back to writing*

[iftheworldchanged]

Hi. I'm afraid I can't come to work, my cat is using my hand as a pillow.