Fuck. Those Fuckers At The Store Sold Me No Purpose Flour Again. What The Fuck Do I Do With This

getting a note on a super old post

POISSON STEVE?!

our beloved ancestor

prints

I’m not asking my ancestors for guidance they were homophobic and had no respect for workplace safety

one of my favourite linguistic phenomena/in-jokes is spanish potato chips being “ham-flavored, probably”

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.

i hauve a cold

you can make fun of old people all you want but then you'll be knitting with a good album on and a cup of tea and you'll be like this is excellent actually. the old ladies were right about this one. about the crosswords too, by the way

I think my favorite genre of fanfiction is when the author says something like "this was meant to be 3 chapters but it's actually going to be 5" in the notes at the end of a chapter and you can look up at the chapter count and it's like 15 or something