Oh Im Gonna Be Weird About This For So Long

Me: *scrolling tumblr*

Castiel: I love you

Me: Dear god what’s happened now

you're in her dms. i'm in the repair bay casting spells. we are not the same

guards! read me my bedtime yaoi

Absolutely horrid that a 10hr sleep does not cure you of all that ails you

that was one of the shortest hospital stays of my life, but the highlight of the whole event is that i got the paramedics to read homestuck and listen to lemon demon.

crossing roads is easy if they killed me it would haunt them forever but i wouldn’t even care at all due to being dead which means i hold all the power here

i avoid printers at all costs but deep down i think i should've been a printer. life so easy. i sit there all squarelike and when someone has a minor task for me i goFUCK YOU

All this discourse over who does "painting with light"

Hiroshi Nagai's paintings need sunglasses to look at.

They look like how it feels to walk across a parking lot on a 98° summer day without a speck of shade in sight.

They look like heaven but also like you'd burn your bare feet on the ground.

Even when you can see shade you know it's not enough and the minute you step out you'll be burnt to a crisp like a vampire.

And it's BEAUTIFUL

Inhaled some spores, now when I speak another voice speaks underneath it