i actually get so much satisfaction out of mending and repairing my stuff. like yeah it's a chore but also it's almost a religious ritual: bending my head gritting my teeth squinting my eyes at the thing i'm fixing all the while chanting fuck you capitalism fuck you consumerism fuck you i ain't buying jack shit
still can’t believe i grew up thinking i was straight and cisgender. fucking wild. total bonkers
me analyzing someones account to see if the absolutely depraved, raunchy, desperate shit im about to say about someones character is out of place or not
When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written
if you see me in an all consuming relationship with a body of water, do NOT save me. I'm exactly where I want to be
ASMR videos being popular and sought-after has to be the world's biggest prank against me. I fundamentally refuse to believe any of that is enjoyable. Hearing it turns me into an animal that needs to attack you so hard for Making those noises inside my ears.
Diver convince octopus to trade his plastic cup for a seashell
reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead
watching movies with me is just everyone else in the room waiting for me to announce which 8 characters are autistic