And I still hope that one day I'll get that drunk text from you telling me how much you miss me. Not because I miss you, but because I hope you regret that it ended the way it did.

everyday i wake up and i go “god i’m so tired. i can’t do this anymore.” and then i get up and i continue to do it

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Always nice when math helps make it all the more clear how ridiculously reasonable the worker demands are.

This is what the studios have brought everything to a grinding halt for.

fathers casually dropping the craziest lore of their lives in the middle of a conversation

My brother and I trying to piece together our dad’s life based on random info he casually brings up once and then never mentions again

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When my great grandpa was on his deathbed my grandpa (his son) was with him and says his last words were “I told them they shouldn’t have hanged that woman. Well by damn they’re paying now” and no one in my family knows what the fuck that means

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My grandmother was harassing me about the dangers of online dating, and my grandpa was like, “Oh fer crying out loud, leave her alone. My parents met online, she’ll be fine.” Apparenly my great grandparents were both telegraph operators who would chat over the line in between messages and fell in love and my great grandma moved halfway across the country to marry a dude she met over the telegraph.

No one alive in the family had ever heard this story until like 70+ years later when I happened to start seeing a dude from OK Cupid.


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YOU KNOW I DON’T THINK THIS IS HOW THE SONG GOES

I’m bringing back some bangers

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made some versions of the agony grip for my friends for when the whole gang gets it . including different levels depending on the anguish

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and a joyous one for when there is love abound

can i make a contribution?

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for when the whole gang is being real autistic about something

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For when you say something absolutely horrid in the group chat

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Three blind mice.

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that ‘pakige?’ post but me, a couple hours after posting a fic, like ‘comints?’

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“But I’ve already written this a hundred times” <- write it a hundred more times, this is not your job, do what you want

“But who is this for” <- do it for yourself so that your soul doesn’t die

“But what if I don’t get any likes or comments” <- this voice is the death of all creative joy, ignore it as much as possible

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