Messaging People For The First Time Is So Hard. What Am I Supposed To Say? Like, "You Seem Really Odd

you want me to come out of my cage AND be doing just fine?? in this economy???

They're always messing around

I say shit like "If my memory serves me" knowing damn well it serves the dark lord

i <3 em dash

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

I mean, fuck, I like bed. I like sleep. I like cozy blankies I like napping, I like to eep. I like Z catching and wink catching and counting sheep. I like doing beddie bye shit. Snooze it? Honk mimi

fuck infantilized cas, there needs to be more weird castiel content. castiel who’s a little fucked up and unintentionally unsettling. who doesn’t blink or break eye contact. who just stares at roadkill and dead bodies they come across on hunts. give me castiel with repressed sexuality that starts expressing itself in strange ways. give me perverts by ethel cain. give me pulldrone.

he’s viewing the human experience from an unbiased standpoint. he’s a 4 dimensional being stuffed into a 3 dimensional body. he is older than humanity as a whole. Why don’t you guys make him weird?

ive decided to become a Lawful Good edgelord abt driving a car. *looks broodily away from you* what's wrong...? no, you wouldn't understand. I've been burdened with a great and terrible power. a lethal metal machine that obeys my every whim but which whispers dark things to me...tempting me to move ever faster, to grow careless in my movements... I've seen this power corrupt many others. my father. my great-aunt veronica. I've seen them neglect the wisdom of the turn signal. I've seen them text while driving. every day I must remain vigilant lest I become over-used to this dark power......

Today's high schoolers romanticizing 2016 as if there weren't the clown incidents

and i yearn

For endless nights spent beneath stars; for the sweet embrace of cold, numbing dark.

To take the worries from my mind, deposit them in a safe, not to open till morn.

For the patter of rain over an old tin roof; for the sound of frogs as they praise the skies.

To remind me of life worth living, as much as I cry, even just for the smallest of things.

For mornings spent as the sunrises over the beach; for evenings spent amongst the marsh.

To slow down, breathe, and remember the childlike wonder of the world around me.