i had a crush on this guy and i decided to pull a Pavlov on him by offering him whenever i saw him this brand of candy he seemed to really like and after a while whenever he saw me he got excited for a second then you could see his expression shift to wondering the why the hell was he so happy to see me and i swear it was the evilest thing but also the most hilarious i made a guy like me by conditioning him into associating me to a candy he liked
When I say I want to read the book before seeing the movie, I don’t want brownie points or bragging rights. I want to be able to read the book with my imagined world and idea of the characters without the movie’s influence at least once. After you see the movie there’s always some part of it that sticks in your head for a long time and you lose the enjoyment of making it up yourself.
thank you so much for putting it into words
illegal immigrants? you mean white people
except that white people didn’t immigrate into the united states… they funded the united states. you can’t illegally immigrate into a society you created.
did you actually just say white people created society in america
I’m sick of magical worlds with no technology. I want fairy run coffee shops where you can get a latte with a shot of charisma, because you’ve got a big presentation you’re worried about, or witches working at Apple selling phones that automatically appear in your pocket if you accidentally leave it somewhere, or psychics running hair salons who always know how you want your hair to look, or aura reader therapists. I just really want normalized magic in modern society
The best part of writing is when you can’t stop the words pouring out; you are in such a rush to see them inked they tumble seamlessly out of your heart, your mind, and just you. You loose yourself in their constant flow, and that trance you’re in is truly the most wonderful thing about writing.
Sometimes I get really bored
this makes me uncomfortable
this hit me like a load of fucking bricks.
oh my god.
I nearly fucking burst into tears. This is my favourite post
God damnit my heart
Cuddle weather? Fuck that. It’s hickey season. You can hide anything behind a large scarf.
I see myself on a different angle to you. My angle makes me appear rather chubby and large, your angle makes me look normal. If people understand this and stop saying “but you’re not fat” it’d be so much better. I am fat when I look at myself. I don’t know what you see but if people could understand that angles make a huge difference…
thank u so much for this