could u imagine if ppl talked about catholicism the same way they talked about like… indigenous ppl’s religions….
cereal at 8 am: the poor man’s meal, a poverty feast, delapadated wheat, a mouse’s luxury, bastard scraps
cereal at 12 am: a feast fit for a king, absolute decadence, god’s snack, gorgeous grains, unrivaled hedonism
New Yorker 1, on his deathbed: b..bada bing...
New Yorker 2, crying: bada boom.. bada.. boom..
Y E S
nobody:
me eating crackers in my bed late at night watching the office, stranger things, or spiderman:
today’s the day
Mysterio: The next person to say “mood”, “same”, or “me” after I make a threat will be thrown out of the nearest window onto solid concrete.
Peter: Mood.
MJ: Same.
Ned: Me.
appreciation post for michael <3