like at this point im not even upset my cat hasnt caught the mouse its the fact that the mouse is so clearly out witting him at every turn. to make things even worse the mouse now has a mouse nephew thats also eating my cheeses and what not

why are there so many posts about asexuals being immune to sirens. people. sirens don’t lure you in with sex (necessarily). they sing about whatever it is that you want most. they could sing about mothman or cinnamon toast crunch and guess what then your asexual pirate is fucking dead

Harrison Boe you’ve outdone yourself, I love this song.

“I felt every bone in your hand, our two skeletons breathing with no kind of plan.

I'll remember us drunk, cold, warm, high, and the first few hours where I wasn't just waiting to die.”

yes i posted this on my other blog but you know what it goes here too

yes babe the sex was great but i never finished talking about vampires so i think we need to get back to that

oh well, you know... *gesturing incoherently* as above, so below.

Thinking about when I worked at a shitty restaurant + one night it was just me + 3 other women on closing shift, so some guy came in the back and waved a knife around, presumably for money but I’m not actually certain, bc he was met with the bartender holding a much bigger knife, a tiny teenager wielding a cast iron pan, an elderly woman holding up a crockpot of clearly boiling water, and me, turning on the meat slicer with eye contact for maximum effect. He left, but the moral of the story is not girl power or whatever, it’s just. Why the fuck would you threaten a room full of underpaid and sleep-deprived blue-collar workers surrounded by lethal weapons.

remember when you were 10 and you would hang out with your friends in order to Look At The Computer together like you went to their house and experienced the information superhighway together. and then leave

can I get a job as an editor but the only thing I do is correct when someone uses the word "prone" when they mean "supine"

“I’ve got boulders on my shoulders, collarbones begin to crack.

there is very little left of me and it’s never coming back.”

you unfollowed me? all I do is post cringe + embarrass myself and you unfollowed me?

“I divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts, keep the bad shit in my liver and the rest around my heart.

I'm still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them. but it's a start.

but I ignore things, and I move sideways. until I forget what I felt in the first place.

at the end of the day I know there are worse way to stay alive.

cause everyone's growing, and everyone’s healthy.

I’m terrified that I may never have met me.”