god i fuckin love airports. who came up with that??? “yeah, planes land here and take off. what if we also made it a mall, and then removed everyone’s sense of time and space when they came inside?” it could be 8:33 in the morning in a time zone i have never experienced but it’s always Airport Time

the norms there are so bizarre. who cares. wear your bugs bunny sweats over a button down. who gives a shit? nobody’s going to yell at you for chugging four sprites. you just do that. that’s the void talking

me: “i’d like a toothpick please.”

god, probably: “great! that’ll be 18 dollars.”

me: “sounds about right. here’s my entire wallet”

me: I will do things when I am less tired

me: *never becomes less tired*

me: oh no

OH

THE LIGHT

THE LIGHT ON THAT FIRST SCREENSHOT

IT LOOKS LIKE HIS WINGS

excuse my lack of drawing skills

OMG 💖

It has been almost six months already and people keep finding Easter eggs, I love this fandom

#3 is peak laziness

STOP MAKING EVERYTHING MULTIPLAYER I DON’T HAVE FRIENDS YOU ASSHOLES 

Charles Chaplin (via alentador)

Louise Glück, from “A Myth of Devotion”  (via amoebagrrrl)

The world’s tiniest dragon must defend his hoard, a single gold coin, from those who would steal it.

Suggestion: The dragon’s definition of “steal” is somewhat loose. It still allows the coin to be used and bartered and change hands–but on one condition: the dragon must be with it at all times.

They become a familiar sight in the marketplace.

“Here’s your change, ma'am. One gold piece.” The merchant holds out a palm, on top of which rests a tiny, brilliantly colored creature clutching a single gold coin.

“That’s a dragon,” you say dumbly. “One piece… and a dragon.”

“Yes.”

You cautiously reach out and attempt to take your change. You tug. It holds. You tug harder. The dragon lets loose a tiny, protective growl.

“Ma'am–no, ma'am, you have to take the dragon, too.”

“Sorry?”

The seller notes your dubious expression. “Not from around here, are ya?” They shrug. “Them’s the rules. Take the coin, take the dragon.”

They wait expectantly. Wondering how the world has so suddenly gone mad, you slowly, slowly hold out your hand.

The dragon perks right up. It scampers from their palm to yours with the coin clamped in its jaws and scales your sleeve with sharp little claws.

“Have a nice day, ma'am,” the merchant says. “Spend him soon, now, you hear? At another booth, if you can. He likes to travel.”

From its perch upon your shoulder, the dragon lets out a happy trill.

Bonus: the coin eventually passes to the rogue in a group of travelling adventurers. The dragon becomes the mascot of the entire group, and they lay out a small pile of coins for him to sleep on every night, clutching his coin like a teddy bear.

Isabelle Augusta  (via verborizar)

what’s trending right now kids?

pain

why can’t people understand that you can still be a “girly girl” and like soccer? Like what is so hard to believe? I like makeup and clothes and all that shit I’m just like you, but I still enjoy soccer very much , and no it’s not because the players are hot it’s because I enjoy this sport and who plays in it .

You didn’t need your heart today, right? Good.