Folk Punk Princess

taika waititi would not be afraid of using “toxic” by britney spears during a fight scene

oscar winner taika waititi would not be afraid of using “toxic” by britney spears during a fight scene

I don’t get how ppl take quick power naps. When I nap I literally never wake up

*owen wilson voice*

this is literally so fucking funny

I’m the crush u look at closely and realize he kinda ugly

“woman”? no, you misheard. i’m an omen.

i don’t identify as “male” or “female”, i identify as a warning

no YOU live in a society. i live in an "abandoned" victorian castle "infested" with vampires with a huge library containing first edition books that have been banned by the catholic church for immoral content

I saw an author write about how ‘everybody hates opening a second hand book and seeing scribbles’ and I canNOT relate. I adore that shit. Absolutely nothing sexier than opening a book and seeing someone else’s thoughts outlined in ink.

if you could go to anywhere for 3 days where would u go? On earth i mean. And a real place.

The mushroom kingdom to see toad and princess peach

And yoshi

that’s not what i said

I will see yoshi

Hi there, chatty kitties. (Sound up for Siamese song.)

why arent y'all capable of just liking villains because theyre neat? why you gotta try and white-knight them and claim bad writing when they do something villainous or them being "misunderstood".

some characters are just sexy and evil and thats ok

Listening to Damn These Vampires, walking the streets after rain, when I hear "Someday we won't remember this," and I think:

All these memories, these moments alone, and with my wife, they will all be gone one day, no one will know that I walked these streets, fell in love, cried.

But like, what presumption. I get to exist. I get to experience all these things, and experience myself experience them. What a sublime privilege. Existence is so unlikely, and so beautiful, and full of vampires, and I don't need to justify my own existence.

It will end, and forgotten. But it still happened. I existed. I loved. How strange and wonderful a thing.

Attention please:

they are friends