#one from the drafts

[str4wberry-goblin]

Thinking about how bad Herbert is at lying to Dan. Like yeah he manipulates him real good with his big sad pathetic eyes but like when he lies to him its soooo obvious

[dyke-dyke-goose]

she was a boy, he was a girl, can I make it anymore obvious?

(skaterboy - t4t remix)

[sky-snz]

The cafe smells as lovely as ever, but even sitting inside, they’re unaware.

That one, over there, slumped in the brown leather booth by the window. Practically swaddled in a reasonable number of winter layers, their arms rest atop the table. A hot cup of tea sits in front of them, inches below a visibly streaming red nose. 

They can’t detect the signature earthy scent of strong coffee that hangs in the air - but there’s some placebo effect that the tea makes, as the steam twirls upward in wisps. Its deep amber colour is enough to hint some idea of its strength. Familiar, safe, and healing mundane. It’s too hot to drink, and they’re too feverish at this point to consider moving, so they just sit still.

Spell-like swirls of vapour rise beneath rosy red nostrils, gently warming the sensitive membranes. Watery mucus trails down their upper lip. They taste salt and sniffle thickly a few times. Their shoulder muscles complain as they lean back, raising a slightly damp, folded handkerchief to dab gently under their chapped nostrils. Eyes in a thoughtful trance, softly fixed on a point outside the cafe window. Cars go by and spray the curbs with salt and pepper slush.

Why they're there instead of home, no one is sure. Perhaps they’re waiting for someone. Perhaps they'd ran out of tea.

Slowly, they lean back forward, putting their face over the steaming mug. More warm vapour kisses their chapped, red nose. It begins to run again, causing a new sensation. In two seconds development, an awfully ticklish sensation. Blinking, they turn their face away from the mug. 

A combination of sweat and condensation cools the surface of their face. Groggy and consumed by the urge to sneeze, their eyelids flutter. It’s there for a second - white hot, a bit like frozen flesh coming in from the bitter cold. Their chin tucks downward as their brown begins to pinch, then, god no-

... Well, come on then.

Then, they exhale. A sigh pours shakily from their lips, and they draw in some sharp sniffles.

“…*hsnrff!* …. *snNRFh!*”

The girl behind the counter pouring coffee peeks up at them, while the customer who just ordered isn't brave enough to. The poor soul at the booth peers down into their hot cup of tea, eyes wet and weary. It keeps steaming, still smelling strongly of the leaves. Not that they’re able to detect it. 

[impossibleprincess35]

When you want to kiss them and kill them at the same time..

..and the self-loathing is strong.

[butteredfrogs]

 🩰 · ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊ ♪ ✧ ·

[blondinehjerne]

Jeg skal stoppe med at lytte til mine katastrofe tanker, de er ikke sandheden. De er bare tanker, et scenarie ud af tusindevis af andre. De maler fanden på væggen. De koster tårer og unødige bekymringer, som sjældent bliver en realitet. Tjek at det er vand og ikke benzin du hælder på bålet. Forstå at vi er mennesker allesammen, vi går allesammen med et eller andet. Vi sveder, vi rødmer, vi græder, vi griner, vi stammer, vi spilder, vi er klodsede og ja - verden rotere stadig om os allesammen.

[plightofthecentipede]

astonishing how good it can feel to get some chores done sometimes. you’ll be sitting there like damn i am some type of horrid little smeagol like creature who should be crushed to death. but then you do some laundry and you’re like wrow. im actually gods most fuckable soldier.

[roryfrommybabysittersavampire]

I just procrastinated jacking off I love ADHD

[caemidraws]

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[desastre-fag]

no one tell on me but i might be crying rn shhhh

[iero]

SCREAM — Wes Craven (1996)

[cozylittleartblog]

"content creator" is a corporate word.

we are artists.

[horsejawbone]

one thousand million deaths upon ye

[aropride]

guy in the club on his phone squinting at a wikipedia article and then holding both his hands out making L shapes with his fingers to figure out his right from left so he knows if the guy with the hankys in his pocket is a top or a bottom

[floating-goblin-art]

good night, gray angel

[cathartidae]

stop! before you go outside, is your outfit STYLISH?

S LUTTY

T RANSGENDER

Y URI

L IKELY TO GET YOU DRESSCODED AT A HIGHSCHOOL

I NSUFFERABLE

S HIT

H AIRBALL