abba: super trouper beams are gonna blind me but I won’t feel blue, like I always do, cause somewhere in the crowd there’s you

me, in bed at 3am crying and eating chips:

no matter how the media spins it remember that the US would rather watch the region burn than give up its little pet genocidal colonial ethnostate project

[white knuckling the bathroom sink] but i stay silly :3 but i stay silly :3 but i stay sil

*me plugging in my phone in the dark* dont think about it dont think about it dont think about it dont think abotu it dont thinka botu it donmt think aboiut it dont think about it dont think abotu it dont thihnk about it dont think about it dont think about it dojnt think abtiou it dont thi

nature is healing

"Ivan Goncharov" this, "Nikolai Goncharov" that, when will you guys realize there's a reason we don't know his first name. the POINT is that we don't know. Goncharev is a family name and whoever Goncharov used to be totally went up in being the head of the Family. he doesn't HAVE a personal name to denote who he is outside of his mafia persona.

Also interesting that a movie whose main character is defined only by his family name was directed by a man who changed his own surname to his license plate number to avoid association with his family name

this is quite literally and i cannot stress this enough a kind of insect or possibly beetle

uncontrollably angry at you right now

on wet beetle wednesday? that doesn’t seem in the spirit of things

One time I tried to listen to a true crime podcast (I've never denied being an edgelord with a fascination for macabre shit) but I tapped out halfway through the first episode b/c the people on the serial killer podcast started talking about how being a goth is a sign that someone is probably a serial killer

"An unnatural interest in darkness and evil" Motherfucker that's what your podcast is

Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow

what day is it

always fucking some day or another around here

According to the internet and also my mother, the Irish used to carve turnips before pumpkins. Every since I saw pics of that I wanted to try. I did it the other night and his name is Bertrand. You all can meet Bertrand as long as you promise to be nice to him because he is a real boy with real feelings

Thank you to the two people who promised to be nice to Bertrand, and the one person who repeatedly demanded to see him yet conspicuously did not promise or even agree to be nice. Bertrand is a sweet boy with real feelings and he is happy to meet you

Highlights from the battle going on in the notes:

Insane that being in your 20s counts as adulthood. Being in your 20s just feels like the sequel to being a teenager

No exactly you get it you get it

computer open.

computer shpw me fortnite milfs.

hi I’m the computer. You’re not getting that.

always some kind of fucking temperature

just saw a “only one bed” fic with the major character death warning

#i guess that’s one way to solve that problem

“This bed ain’t big enough for the both of us.”

I’m high as fuck on boy weed ask me anything.

what r u talking about they don’t make weed for boys

oh god what did I just smoke then