best coping mechanism i’ve got

HIS SMILE

“Why would you even ship that character with anybody?! He’s basically irredeemable to me—“

TO YOU!! He’s irredeemable to you. But some of us are silly geese that like our men to be the sexy, sad, feral, pathetic wet cats that they really are deep down, because we aren’t allergic to joy.

Is that okay with you??!? Is that permissible in the eyes of the Chronically Online Board of Hypothetical Ethics and Human Resources for Fictional Characters That Are Not Real™️®️.

You can go enjoy your curated selection of stale two dimensional wonderbread men in the corner, like the misguided pitiful lost soul that you are. the rest of us will be enjoying ourselves as our pathetic wet rag himbos and twinks kneel on the ground and beg to taste pussy/cock so hard they nearly come, like real men. just as god herself intended.

angela giarratana could do carmy berzatto but jeremy allen white couldn’t do ketchem poppy

my partner and I took edibles last night. we were watching Royal Albert Hall and during Whole Lotta Love my partner said the guitar solo was so powerful it turned his ice cream into a fish. Not sure what that means but it stuck with me.

maybe the real ba sing se was the ba we singed along the se

I can’t believe I got away with a zombie au where u fuck the zombie 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

Throw back to last Tuesday when I got so high I thought the infected my little ponies were coming after me

I just feel like we learn so much about Javi in the first 5 minutes of season 3, episode 1 of Narcos.

@pinkdaisies9285 I need mood boards

Question… do you think music works like 🍃🍃 where you take a break and it hits hard after a while? Thinking of taking a Z break. Led Zeppelin is still giving euphoria, but man it would be killer to have it hit the way it did the first time.

status update: i just got high with my mother while watching Barbie and i think i’m kenough for today

Furiously adding that I don’t need T-breaks to my script

I am high in my room

I just took a hit off a joint, tucked into my freshly washed sheets, at 4.15 am. They smell of lavender, because I bought my laundry pods special to help me sleep. I am nearing the end of my dissertation and it feels like the end of my youth, though I (hope I) am only a quarter of the way through my life. I am warm and I am so so so high.

And that last drag was awful. It burnt in the way only something that has already had to be relit three times can. But it immediately threw me through a loop and straight into my old-old bedroom, in the house my mother still lives in (me and my brother liked to swap rooms from time to time). And I was 13, lighting a cigarette in my bedroom for the first time, feeling like an absolute unit and an absolute rebel. I burnt a candle to try to hide the smell (but it didn't matter anyway - my mother smokes in the kitchen so the house always has a scent about it). And I felt so so so much.

And I feel so so so much.

And its like no matter how I grow or where I go, she is in me and I am in her and mabe the universe was always meant to end up this way.