days keep happening to me. and nights also. no say in it whatsoever

god i hate knowing i have stuff to do it's like bearing a curse

warm baked goods are insane. something so beautiful and almost maddening about absolutely tearing into them when they’re fresh. feeling warm all over after. I really do get vampires for real

enjoying a character is so embarassing like ugh yes i do want to buy this thing that has him on it. just because it has him on it. what next. a fucking shrine? get real.

I'm incredibly hot and I use this power almost solely to fulfill my ultimate fetish

girls get lonely in the winter and fold into themselves and disappear for an indeterminate amount of time and seek solace in solitude and ponder the universe and reinvent who they are before blooming again in the warmer months and letting the molten glow of a honey-gold sun breathe life into their heart and soul and bones. it’s just the way it goes

calling the cops on an unhoused person for being weird/rude/"scary" in public is so weird to me on such a fundamental level... like even before you get to political beliefs about jail and homelessness, you are beefing with a dude who has to live on the sidewalk. like sorry if he was rude to you dude sorry if he made you uncomfortable but to be fair he lives and sleeps on the fucking sidewalk. sorry if hes being too mentally unwell on the street late at night but like you gotta understand that he lives on the fucking sidewalk. sorry if he seems a little bit "off" today dude i think maybe its because he lives on the fucking goddamn sidewalk

That December mood

it's important to mock and belittle military and law enforcement to signal to others that these are not respectable professions, both to dissuade entry and to devalorize the institutions in the public eye

Late Victorian brooch with a man in the moon cameo carved from transparent moonstone, set in white and rose gold with a border of diamonds and rubies.