Imagine Four Balls on the Edge of a Cliff

how it feels to listen to an album in order

^ me & the artist sharing their beautiful vision for a cohesive work of art

well look who it is. my old friend. the conses of my quences.

having poor circulation is great because people will touch your hand and go 'oh! you're so cold!' and for a moment you get to experience what it's like to be a vampire in a romance novel

pin for all my fellow paranoia havers that are so brave and strong every night walking to the kitchen

my mom's in a pokemon go battle right now in the other room saying a whole shonen protagonist speech

apparently there are tricks to cheat during battles and you can sometimes tell when your opponent is cheating and i just heard her say to her phone, verbatim, "why do you cheat? does it make you feel good? do you lack such esteem that false victory is good enough for you? fuck you. i'll go down fighting."

she just started saying "die raichu die. die die die die. with your big smile, die"

and I said "mom I don't know if I like what this game brings out in you"

and she said, "what, would you want your mother to be some sort of loser in the leagues???"

me

He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.

i hauve a cold

don’t ever talk to me or my 4500000000 niche AUs ever again

How are my sweetie pees

I Said How The Fuck Are My Fucking Sweetie Pees