if i was the dead wife in a male protagonist’s tragic backstory my dead wife hazy memory montage would be me laughing while scrolling my own tumblr blog
laptop overheating?? pour water on it to cool it down!
i trusted you
Do not trust people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people
Can we all please stop using the phrase “the toxic Scooby Doo foot inflation community”? Almost everyone I’ve met has been a kind, creative soul- absolutely nothing like the twisted freaks in the Fred Flintstone chest expansion fandom
