Soz I'm late. I got home from class and took a nap. I actually feel asleep during my second lecture but shhh.
Tbh, posts might start getting slow because all of my classes are starting this week. I'll probably shorten the texts posts down to three, or even one if necessary. I'll still be online though.
got into a huge discussion abt this in class so I’m really curious what other ppl think. for bonus points include whether you have long or short hair in the tags maybe?
seen a lot of these with your favorites, but reblog with the CURRENT book you are reading, show you are streaming, the last movie you watched, and any game/puzzle/crafts you’re working on
I think girls who roller skate are the hottest actually
View of the Toronto-bound Queen Elizabeth Way (QEW) from the Kipling Avenue overpass in Etobicoke, 1976.
Can somebody give Rem a hug? He wants it. He deserves it.
Snow just wanna sleep after dealing with your BULLSHIT-
Lmao, Swan and Fox were more so for the funnies, but I would love to see them revealing everyone's deepest darkest secrets. Fox just out here talking about how Vermin tried to spit game at this girl and she beat his ass.
You look at Cowboy and tell me he can hold his alcohol. Don't give him anymore. Carry him home before somebody gives him more.
Cleon wants to go home. He hates you. He hates this club. He hates this drink. He hates himself. He hates.
*Finds Vermin sprawled out by the phone booth missing his left sock and his right shoe and more money than he left with.* How did he acquire that money? That's up to you to decide.
Ajax would probably be slightly wholesome but in an Ajax way, he would tell secrets, he be unpleasant, and the village idiot.
I don't need to explain Cochise, let's be honest.
Anyway if you see this you have to reblog and tag with a delight from ur day -- even the littlest thing counts
tell me in the tags the shoes you wear most often because why not
Little Angel and their Sunshine Boy✨
He’s been gone for years
But so have you. The scent of his mint gum and cigarettes in the jacket you stole faded away a long time ago.
Someone introduces him to a podcast, laying in his bed at night, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling, it makes him start to feel like a person again.
Making the podcast makes you feel like a person again too.
Neither of you know you’re less than ten miles apart, staring at your own star strewn ceilings, connected by a voice in the ether he no longer recognizes.
I thought it was interesting and kinda fun that I’m working on Caro’s story via The Mil-Liminal Podcast, and Sully’s story, Creaky (a graphic novel), at the same time, both are stories about life going on without each other, coming of age, and learning to exist around grief and loss. They have no idea how close they still are.
i am not a social butterfly. i am a social moth, flying directly into the flame
hey. don’t cry. crush two cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in pasta of your choice ok?