The Worst Part Of Being In A Relationship In High School Is Craving The Domesticity That Comes With Living

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if only i were a young unruly british lad in the 1920s shipped off to an elite boarding school in the country by my wealthy parents who were fed up with my rowdy behaviour, only to fall in love with astrology and the arts and meet like-minded individuals who formed a secret society dedicated to the thirst of knowledge,

Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*

My cat: Father is…evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.

I finished another moth yesterday, I’ve decided to give them the name ﾟ+*𐐪𐑂☽ Snooze ☾𐐪𐑂*+ﾟ to match the theme of sleepy names. 

I gave her an entirely fluffy body and legs instead of just the thorax. I also made their wings a bit more closed and slighty different shaped. Her button eyes are also slightly mismatched, since I couldn’t find a true matching pair. 

guns are for cowards

swing a sword at me like a Real Man

Buses are very tolerant of humans and not skittish at all. Trains are much less tolerant and they get scared easily ... Trains hate when their way of life /schedule is disturbed. Even a small deviation will be very stressful for a train. While buses are used to it. They have to deal with cars every day so their tolerance is very high. Buses are like large herbivores. You can't push them over or make them do something they don't like. You may train it but they still go their own way most of the time. Very independent. While a train doesn't know what to do when it sees a plastic bag on the tracks

i physically need to explain all the new mcr lore but no one i know cares

i remember vividly one time in elementary school i went to my friends house and his little brother was playing club penguin and my friend was like “hey bro let me show you this cool trick to unlock a new outfit for your penguin” and he reached over to his little brothers keyboard and just typed ‘fuck’ in the chat and his account got banned instantly

now that there's hope

mcr you wanna release a second chicago show so bad i know you wanna play a second show in chicago so bad