yeah i recognised you by your footsteps because of the weird gay shit i feel for you but also because they're loud as fuck like man you sound like a hog hunting for truffles through the undergrowth

“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent Van Gogh

slowly and subtly doxx yourself with a series of posts like "ahh i love opening my window and smelling the sea," and "i wish the nearest paintball place was closer than 25 miles... :("

my mom was a huge Broadway geek so she played all the classic music in the house when we were growing up and forced us as the children to go to productions. fast forward to 2008 - we have just barely survived her latest obsession with the musical South Pacific and are ready to lose ourselves in the fantastical grimdark edgehog world of Fallout 3

🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚I'm throwing eggs at you 🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚 egg attack

🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳 im cooking them faster 🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳than you can throw them

About to drive my Chevy to the levee. Sure hope it's wet over there

animal farm (1945) - george orwell

"womp womp"

faeries are not real but i wish thwy were so i could spray one with raid

Dunya Mikhail, Diary of a wave outside the sea (trans. Elizabeth Winslow & Dunya Mikhail) [ID'd]

have i ever shown u people my hand sofa

In 4th grade, my bff was in a death feud over chess with a boy in our class but instead of competing like normal people they decided that the best way to determine who was chess master was for each of them to select one of the two biggest idiots in class and teach them to play chess, My Fair Lady style, and see whose idiot won. We are just now, 22 years later, grappling with the moral implications of this exercise.