RIP To A Real One

bride of frankenstein |1935|

18th century losers: monsters are scary! don't go out after dark! scatter seeds and burn the bodies of your departed friends and family!!!

2018 losers: i'm gonna fuck mothman.

me when i log into tumblr

I put Dancing Queen by ABBA over the prom scene in Carrie

if you want me to consume a new media you MUST catch me at the exact moment when the stars are aligned and the air pressure is equal to the current degree of the sun’s peak against the horizon and all the cosmic energies are perfectly unified (aka my old interest is fading out) or i will nod and say “im adding that to my list!” Knowing theres no chance i will check it out

I don't want to go to work I want to engage in gay boy activities

Everybody @ me: stop making shitty puns about the inevitably of death.

Me, about to put my awful sense of humor and unnecessary knowledge of Latin phrases to good use: you can’t spell ‘Memento Mori’ without ‘meme’.

god is R L Stine and i am a goosebumps protagonist.