When God Closes A Door You Reach Your Little Paws Under It And Go Mrrwwaaaooow Mmreeaaow

Just do it. Make up your own constellations. Pick flowers, make them into crowns and dance around in them with your imaginary ragtag crew of found family. Be a fairy. Eat dirt. Run away from society.

Just two lab partners being regular bros.

“we can’t be together, my love. for i am cursed to be a basketball dracula forever” said basketball dracula as he leapt into a solemn slam dunk from half court. his lover cried immediately

funniest news blurb i've ever seen actually. "there was a plot to kill trump last weekend. no not that one. totally different one. we figured out about it beforehand though so we heightened security at the rally. yeah that rally. yeah the one where-- yeah. yeah that one."

i love the magic in jonathan strange and mr norrell. no system, just mysticism, folklore, and nature. that kind of mystery and wonder is something i love in fantasy. don’t need intricate world building or detailed magic systems, give me the sense of wonder.

This post existed ten minutes earlier than this time stamp and it made me think I'm insane

I'm rewatching IWTV and there's something so interesting about the fact that Armand chose to pretend to be a human companion to a vampire in front of Daniel, who had been his human companion for years. And there's also something interesting about the difference between "I serve a god. It is an honor to serve" and "I'm the Devil's minion and he grants my every wish".

Join me on my journey to finally unbalance my hormones, toxify my body, boost my inflammation, maximize my cortisol and absolutely destroy my gut health.

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curious to hear y'all's suggestions for the worst possible pasta shape

(Assume that "pasta" needs to be made of sheets or strands of dough with enough surface area relative to thickness so that they can be cooked.)

Someone get this man a pony oc stat!

Team Kendrick or team Drake?

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