Hearing a hockey player scream an articulate FUCK followed up by announcers saying “he seems unhappy” continues to be comedic gold

have we tried substance abuse my liege

these two months of 2024 have been five years respectively

May Eir’s sacred touch heal those who are suffering.

girls who are boys who are girlthings but like if a girl was a boy who girled around a little and was a boy who was a girl

adhd will have you fighting for your life to do beloved hobbies that bring you nothing but joy

fix-it au problems: anakin must have to lean down for EVERY family photo

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falling on your sword is harder than it looks. i keep trying but every time i manage to line it up it falls over before i can spear myself so i just fall to the ground on top of it unharmed. i'm so embarrassed i could kill myself but as i've already established that's kind of the problem here.

if you’re happy for literally any reason no matter how “small” or “stupid” you’re winning in this world as far as I can tell

brain fog is so stupid. Like what do you mean my body is in such rough shape I have nothing but my thoughts but also I can't think?

i'm the guy who causes all those random mystery bruises and tiny scratches you only see when you wake up btw. yeah. sorry. it sucks for me too, but i have to do it. i just crawl into people's houses and start beating on them very gently with hammers and nails. yeah it's a lot. sorry. i didn't want you to find out like this but oh well.

anyways In a Dream You Saw a Way to Survive and You Were Full of Joy

It's infuriating sometimes when writing something your passionate abt (a novel, fanific, prompt, anything) and you KNOW how you want it to play out. Every little nook and crevice of the plot, the highs/lows of it all and yet you sit down, and nothing. Nada. Physically you cannot write it or make it sound good at all.

"how was work" carries the same energy as "how was school"