Reliving The Memory Of A Typical British Childhood Dinner

I just want a silly little app where I can post pictures with captions and messages and nobody can see it

The fact I want to bring a spray bottle of water wherever I go so I can turn up mysteriously damp to all my side quests is actually insane. (I might just do it).

do it scared. do it vaguely uncomfortable. do it mysteriously damp

I hope that dying won't be like sneezing, falling asleep or having an orgasm, where you're almost halfway there for what feels like ages, and just when it's about to happen, you think "oh shit, this is it, here it comes" and then it fucking doesn't because you jinxed it.

Sometimes it’s really difficult to trust that there’s something in the future worth all this fighting

Sometimes I lie in bed and imagine I’m dying so I feel slightly less horrible about how much of a mess my life is

Fuck yeah. Bugs and women.

I was bored in class

I think when the King himself reminds us that just existing is a thing we’re doing it just means so much more.

proving love sometimes means takin a risk. i mean EXISTING is just about the biggest risk there is. but dang what a reward to sit here for a moment and breathe the air and see the stars. what an adventure

they should invent a way to save your mother

Crazy date idea: we watch The Scooby Doo live action films and list all the signs that Velma and Daphne should have ended up together.

We can also do the same with Mystery Inc. if you’re feeling really flirty.

I was washing a dish at work and the sauce had a very interesting consistency. I made a joke about it to a colleague but he didn’t get it. Ended up accidentally teaching a guy about the existence of the omegaverse