FUCK MY INVISIBILITY.

Happy pride month, here's my androgynous creature. not even their creator knows their pronouns

people have the audacity to equate vanilla with “plain”. the fruit of a delicate orchid pollinated by hand. worth its weight in solid gold and beyond. the fussy black-and-cream jewel of the american continent. you sick son of a bitch. imagine a world without vanilla. no blondies. no pound cakes. no crème brûlée, no coke floats. no cream soda. no satiny new york-style cheesecakes. no warm apple pie à la mode. no velvety complexity to bring out complex notes in chocolate desserts. no depth of flavour in your cakes and cookies and milkshakes. all in just a few precious seeds or grams of paste or perfumed teaspoons of liquid black platinum. what you don’t understand could fill the library of alexandria seven times over and then some. you ungrateful bastard i’m going to kill you

Art dump time!

this quiz sorts through characters from like dozens of fandoms and finds the one you’re most like. I’m not even a little bit surprised by my result

sherlock holmes deduces you are trans before you've figured it out yourself and refers to you with those pronouns and then when you look confused is like "ah...had you not arrived at that conclusion yet?" and wafts away in his dressing gown to smoke seventeen pipes, leaving you in a gender crisis

I don't really get how people die and stuff. You're dying? Just don't. Say no to death. Continue your existence on this plane of reality through pure spite alone.

Things that happen when your dad's an insomniac

I went downstairs at four in the morning to get some water and my dad was there eating cereal and watching a sport documentary.

Idk I’m just curious. Please reblog if you want

All he wants is a small loan of 10 billion berries 😊

timelapse under the cut :D