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i like that i pay rent so that i can sit on the couch and feel weird
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she res on my urrection till i come. (back. (from the dead))
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may all the people who see this finish their current wip this year
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a customer today looked at me, said “y’know? i think you’ll appreciate this,” and pulled his shirt down to show me his supernatural tattoo. calling me a slur would’ve been easier
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tramell tillman is the kind of actor that you expect to look up and find years of theatre experience with at least half a dozen shakespeare credits to his name but then on the severance podcast he’s like “yeah i didn’t realize i wanted to be an actor until a few years ago 🤗” as if his role as milchick isn’t the craziest/coolest/scariest performance you’ve seen
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hate that tubi ad. flesh abomination
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"getting laid" is very hot and sexy. "getting off"? great news as well. so you would think "getting laid off" would be wonderful news for your penis. but alas
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your mid twenties are for being twenty four to twenty six years old
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— June Gehringer, ‘I get so jealous of euthanized dogs’ (via lunamonchtuna)
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I know some people view Ricken as the "self-centred and bumbling but ultimately well-intentioned buffoon" archetype but I personally think he's a genuinely bad person. Imagine being so completely self-obsessed and delusional that you can't deprioritise yourself even for the length of time it takes for your baby to be born. Imagine your integrity being so fragile that attention from a beautiful woman and a paycheck is enough for you to dilute and inverse every moral you've ever proclaimed to hold, insofar as you willingly produce propaganda for the company that you know for a FACT has malicious intent (including the imprisonment and torture of your brother-in-laws innie). Being such an insufferable prick that you attend no-dinner dinners and host readings of your own shitty literature and book birthing cabins, without even for a SECOND pausing to make space for what your wife and the mother of your child might want. She rolls her eyes behind your back; she has to make apologies for you when you leave the room. She is beautiful, intelligent, funny, kind, and she is giving away pieces of herself (helloooo innie/outie metaphor) to make more room for your ever-inflating ego, and you don't even have the decency to notice. I need to take him out with a shotgun.
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