i want to be a sweet and friendly girl but there’s all this anxiety. and the horrors
and rage
yeah and also the rage
i want to be a sweet and friendly girl but there’s all this anxiety. and the horrors
and rage
yeah and also the rage
i love when fic writers who have clearly never tried any kind of alcohol in their lives try to write someone drinking bc they're always like
"he ordered a tall glass of hard liquor. after three large glasses he was feeling tipsy" like babygirl i can't be sure but i think u just sent this man to the hospital
"the amber liquid tasted sweet" bestie i can assure you it did not
when sartre said "hell is other people" he failed to mention that heaven is also other people
Sartre said in 1971, “But that’s only that side of the coin. The other side, which no one seems to mention, is also ‘Heaven is each other.’ … Hell is separateness, uncommunicability, self-centeredness, lust for power, for riches, for fame. Heaven, on the other hand, is very simple—and very hard: caring about your fellow beings.”
I’m so fond of athena and odysseus conceptually. like here’s the goddess of wisdom and warfare and craft and art, and here’s her pet liar. he does tricks.
call me OSHA the way i’m demanding a railing
once again i have been written up by HR
Imagine being buried alive and then seeing this little guy with a backpack suddenly arrive
It gets better. The little backpack has a two-way radio.
So you’re trapped under rubble, and then a rat shows up. Flicks a switch on its little tumtum. And starts talking to you.
The Rescuers live action adaptation looks good as hell actually
imagining a guy with a beard entering a mosh pit and coming out completely clean shaven
another clean shaven guy enters the other side and exits wearing the first guy's beard but slightly crooked
they're both covered in kisses