what the fuck is this
he loves shrimp can’t you read
@mothbug seems relevant to ur interests
what the fuck is this
he loves shrimp can’t you read
@mothbug seems relevant to ur interests
every time i say something witty: please don’t think i’m flirting. i just want to establish myself as the funniest one here.
person: why are you drinking coffee, don’t you have anxiety?? won’t that make it worse??
me:
Wow!! i love it
you, a fool: lmao my prof is so dumb talking about symbolism the filmmakers probably didn’t even intend because they were actually just thirsting over colin firth like any reasonable person
your prof, an intellectual: o shit if I come up with a semi-plausible academic reason to talk about it I can spend an entire week of lectures with pictures of soaked colin firth on the screen and make my students write essays on a topic I can daydream my way through the grading of.
The Evening World, New York, October 30, 1920
The Times, Shreveport, Louisiana, August 16, 1921
Item: the SlipQuit, a personal inflatable slide that allows you to exit your own body, allowing for easy astral projection and planewalking
genres are OUTDATED. i sort my music by thottiness, jammability, rebelliousness, theatricality, and depression.
you called…?
Somewhere between (งಠ_ಠ)ง and ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ every day.
Ah the ever elusive ¯\_( ಠ_ಠ)_/¯
I’m more like (งツ)ง tbh.
emotionally im doing the laminated paper wobbling sound
Same!!!!
Blackpool Beach, 1954
this is our problem in the world today. enough said…