bluebandana:

when will someone spotify wrap me in their arms

wizardpotions:

scandyleg:

am i also coming back to this app now

IS THIS RLLY IT IS IT RLLY TIME TO COME BACK HERE

pogaytosalad:

Your “package” “came” in the “male” You say?

am i also coming back to this app now

anicecoldbath:

ronaldreagancutupwhiletalking:

NINTENDO stands for “Nine Inch Nails, Theyaint Even Nine Dang Oinches”

satyriconmp3:

babygirl i am going to chop these vegetables so roughly. does the diversity of shapes on display in these pieces of onion make you want me

visualtraining:

do i believe in romance…not sure. am i obsessed with it…absolutely

omghotmemes:

At night the beast sleeps

grimeclown:

I find the Death Note on the ground and pick it up but I don’t read the boring shit inside the cover so I just take the weird goth notebook home with me and drop it in my drawer with all the other ones and don’t touch it for the next six months until I need something for dnd notes or something so I just write shit like “SKULL IN BARREL?” or “HOT LADY ORCS WITH CHAINSAWS” and my shinigami hates my fucking guts so I never see him

ahsung:

Well… However, right now, this is a special occasion. It’s my fault you got injured.

abitofstory:

some incoherent thoughts on love, and hye-jin and du-sik

it’s there, isn’t it? or at least something like it, drifting beneath them like an undercurrent, a slipstream.

it’s how du-sik always notices when hye-jin enters or leaves a room. it’s how hye-jin knows he’s about to cry from a look. it’s how they sit at dinner, close, sleeves brushing, but not quite touching. it’s how hye-jin is half-turned to him in every scene, how du-sik is so aware of her anytime she’s near. it’s how she notices he’s hurt, how she notices he’s sick, how she turns to watch him walk away. it’s how he sees mi-seon at the set and then immediately looks around for hye-jin. oh, you’re going for drinks, for lunch? let me join you. never mind that i said i didn’t want to, that was before i knew you would be there.

it’s how their interactions must be casual, otherwise they have to give it weight, give it meaning. i’m going to call you a rhino when you bump into me, because otherwise i’ll have to think about how it felt to have you close. i’m going to bicker and laugh at you while our hands touch, otherwise i’ll have to look at you and i can’t do that. it’s the way the camera doesn’t linger every time they touch but only when it matters, only when they can no longer pretend that it doesn’t. your hands on my face; you leaning in to kiss me; you holding me while i cry, when i’m frightened.

it’s how they linger here, in this halfway place between love and indifference. when i nearly kiss you, i’m going to hit my head and call myself crazy. when i stare at you in the store, i’m going to shake my head and tell myself to get a grip. i’m going to call this anything other than what it is. this is not love; it’s just kindness or attention, and i don’t care that they all mean the same thing. just don’t make me call it love.

it’s how i can’t even fit it all in here, because otherwise i’d be talking about every second they look at each other. because isn’t that what love is? not something bright and blinding, but a constant, steady attention?

but mostly, i think it’s about how du-sik finishes the porridge when it’s hard to eat, how hye-jin finishes the tea when it’s hard to drink. i’m going to complain the entire time but i’m still going to do it, because you gave it to me. because it’s you.

weevildead:

i eat 15 apples for breakfast then drive myself to the hospital just to watch the doctors get blasted backward into the drywall bc they cant withstand my aura