Fuck This

me on my way to work thinking about my favorite blorbos giggling and holding hands and being silly and goofy

plunged my arm in our 2kg bag of coffee, petting the beans and inhaling the scent

"[...] Seven trees the human fells, ten times seven the storm throws, seven hundred the snow crushes and the avalanches smother, and seven thousand grow, become centennials, age and rot, and it was their only purpose that they lived and bloomed, scattered seeds and died."

Translation from: Waldrausch. Ludwig Ganghofer, 1908.

obviously dietary requirements aren't a joke but my grandma sometimes runs errands for her church and i asked her what she's up to today and she said extremely seriously "ive got to track down the body of the gluten free christ, julia"

listening to the same music i used to listen when i was 14-15 is something else i'm still her i'm nothing like her anymore she knew everything she knew nothing she was so right she was so wrong

when you arrive in baldur's gate reeling from everyone consistently referring to u as they/them, basking in loviatar's love, crying about how well the game handles themes of trauma and power, and then halsin hits you with his anti-capitalist rage

tbt when I found this friend while skipping a pile of tiles