I N I M I T A B L E

does anyone else feel kind of slutty refilling soap bottles

I am unfortunately just like other guys. I like trashy horror, dog poems, cannibalism as a metaphor for obsessive devotion, religious imagery, people who use my name in a sentence, academic validation, lying for fun, being bisexual and bleeding out in the snow.

eh.

listening to the same music i used to listen when i was 14-15 is something else i'm still her i'm nothing like her anymore she knew everything she knew nothing she was so right she was so wrong

bdsm enjoyers r onto something. i think we should incorporate aftercare into just hanging out. i need a buddy to hold me and say “that was really fun and you seemed normal”

childhood was so crazy. my parents were kind of young. a meal seemed to last forever. i could run for ages. everyone was alive

mary shelley writing about a monster rejected and abandoned by its creator and dedicating it to her own father i need to smoke a blunt with her i need to give her head

Me: maybe I’m not cut out to be a writer…idk what if I’m not good enough

BookTok romance writers: ‘what if you were just a normal school teacher…but the MINOTAUR wanted to get you PREGNANT’

every time i make a mistake im like theyre going to put me down like a sick dog

rip oscar wilde you would’ve gone fucking insane over saltburn

god said i'm her favorite lamb in the flock and i have the softest wool and the sweetest eyes and the most trusting gait and my cries are the prettiest and my bell is the shiniest and when the blade hits my skin it meets no resistance and my blood runs like honey and not like tar just btw

i got permasuspended on twitter because i said every living united states president should be walked in front of a firing squad so i came onto tumblr to say every living united states president should be walked in front of a firing squad without anyone being stupid about it

i am just an animal why am i doing all this

nothing sexier than that picture with the italian players on top of eachother after the win and the english ones going through the 5 stages of grief in the back

THIS ONE

i can see it

This destroyed me.

i’m hot! i’m funny!! i’m impossible to get in contact with!!!!!

next year james patterson is slapping his name on a book called "the secret lives of booksellers and librarians," which is real bold considering that every bookseller and librarian that i've met in my time as a bookseller and librarian absolutely loathes him. including me.

"rowan if you hate james patterson how come you know about a book of his that's coming out seven months from now?"

I Must Keep The Scope Of My Sniper Rifle Trained On The Beast At All Times

fuck i can’t believe i wasted my entire life being moved by art and beauty and the indomitable human spirit ugh i should’ve been making money through internet scams