What A Legend

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

i seriously cannot comprehend the sex drive that makes one exclusively horny for captain america looking movie hunks or the victorias secret angel archetype of tall underweight women with generically pretty faces in bikinis. that shit is like carbon monoxide or infrasonic noise to my libido like my sexual senses cant even clock it

hot maggi during a thunderstorm >>>>>>

nobody look at me I'm an idiot

Genuinely the posts where people collate and juxtapose a bunch of different media texts to convey an idea with all the citations at the bottom are the best thing to have come out of this site in the entire eight years I’ve been on here. It’s so sexy. Intertextuality is genuinely one of the things that I go feral for without hesitation and I adore it it’s such a good use of the medium I hope it never stops

I put vodka in my jiuce againa nd now I'm dixxy. Tryping is so hard I'm supposed to write some wandering star tody. Why doI never learn.

You must be fooling yourself if you don’t think your morally-grey love interest doesn’t lay on the chest of the individual they love. You’re going to tell me that it’s always Poppy laying on Casteel’s chest? That Rhys doesn’t seek that sort of comfort with Feyre? Cardan not crawling over Jude to get her attention and just lying there soaking up the fact that she’s his wife? I don’t believe it for a minute.

not to be insensitive but some of the salem witch trials were so funny bitches like “i saw her at the devils sacrament!!!” girl... what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament 👀

diary entry 25.11