the land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.
hi wlecome to olive garden would you like olive or garden
waiter smacking their ass on your table so the dishes rattle: can i interest you in an appetiser?
you: i’ll have garden
waiter: wrong answer you stupid weaboo bitch. we onlu serve olive and now i have to kill you
This website is one big philosopher stone and we are all the different souls crying out at once to create confusing statements and posts.
wish i were alive in 2000 BCE so i could have devoted my life to the moon goddess and die at the old age of 28
how morally corrupt is your 19th century love interest on a scale of “aloof rich guy who doesn’t know how to express his feelings” to “has a secret wife in the attic” and “tries to dig up your grave so he can embrace your dead body”
the thing I enjoy most about this post is that digging up a grave to embrace a dead body is only like. the eighth worst thing heathcliff ever did.
Remember, you can disappear into the woods whenever you want. You’re an adult.
will anything ever be as iconic and savage as when sally jackson, percy jackson’s mother, used the decapitated head of the medusa to turn her abusive husband to stone, and then sold him as a statue to an art gallery to critical acclaim and used the resulting funds to pay to attend college and start her dream life as a writer
here’s some caps of stanley tucci crying with laughter after being asked what wine pairs best with eating ass
The face of a man who knows the answer but doesn’t want to say it
i pirate movies by reading the synopsis then subconsciously have the movie play out in my dreams when i sleep. untraceable. hollywood can’t stop me.
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