me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
most convincing Tumblr ad I've ever received. almost made me download whatever shitass dating app that is
Well, where else am I going to find an enemies to lovers sapphic fantasy with badass characters, angst, hurt/comfort and the promise of a happy ending? Huh? The local bookstore??
My universal answer is „Nothing you know. -then ingnore", what's yours?
I judge how good a book is based on how disoriented I am with my physical surroundings after closing it.
Is this not how it happened?
someone, reading my writing: wow great story!
me, sticking my hands in the plotholes: thanks it has pockets :)
latest member of the jilted spouse club
(stizzy suggestive text in the comic under the cut!)
I had to immortalise The Hot Potato. Please go read this fic by the stupendous @carrymelikeimcute (and all the tags on their post!)
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