So this has been stuck in my head ever since I heard it three days ago.
You have been sentenced to death in a magical court. The court allows all prisoners to pick how they die and they will carry it out immediately. You have it all figured out until the prisoner before you picks old age and is instantly transformed into a dying old man. Your turn approaches.
Your power is out but I guide you down the hallway with my sickass light-up shoes
BARBRA MANATEE
I feel like the real peril of growing up Christian that no one really talks about is how deeply veggie tales songs get embedded into your fuckin head like a ticking time bomb of inanity
it could be decades later and you’re minding your own business in line at the grocery store or on the bus or trying to fall asleep and from the depths of your brain comes “the bunny, the bunny, ooh I love the bunny”
you’ll never be free
consistently forget that medication that relieves minor incomveniences exists so when i have a headache or my eyes are itchy from allergies or whatever im like “oh… the suffering is endless. this human form is weak and the tiny pains do build like pebbles stacking to a mountain. i accept it” whole time theres aspirin and allergy eye drops in the cabinet
episode where jack goes back in time to some point in like. maybe s7. he meets dean and is like i’m your son from the future and dean is like wait wait. then who’s your mom? and jack just looks at him and squints and does the head tilt and dean’s like. son of a bitch.
The assassin you sent after me is part of my found family now
she deserves the world
I love her little TROT.
I honestly don’t understand why I have to adult. why do I have to learn a skill to live. Can I not just read fanfictions watch movies and tv shows. can i not just exist. I used to think living in your parents basement would be the worst thing to happen when you were an adult, now its pretty damn appealing. I don’t want to work, I simply want to be.