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death inspires me

"Beautiful Losers", Leonard Cohen

every night owl I know (myself included) is as careful as possible and as quiet as a mouse so not to wake up or disturb people who are asleep while they’re awake but from the moment a morning person wakes up they will make as much noise as possible as if their god given purpose is the be the loudest most inconsiderate person alive

possible career paths going into 2025:

1. mysterious cult leader

2. reclusive artist who only paints in shades of gray

3. heiress who marries for scandal, not love

4. professional mourner (for versions of myself that never grew)

5. mythical figure seen only in blurry photos

6. long-lost twin showing up unannounced at family reunions

7. memory hoarder

Every time I hear some dumb shit being said to my face the Wikipedia "by whom?" tag pops up internally in my mind

fresh, clean no-terf version for reblogs!

Your mom and aunts aren’t on tumblr.  Please warn them about this as well. 

I used to see this image all the time in December but now literally nobody cares. We as a society have forgotten him. All he wanted was to offer us a nice treat and what did we do? We abandoned him. Hell has taken refuge in our hearts and its fires have burned to ash all warmth and love. We should be ashamed.

𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰 ☕️ ( @cafe-camus )