whoever said all-nighters are exhausting is a liar i’m doing great. i’ve never felt better in my entire life, the birds are chirping as they welcome me into the gates of morningdom
I’d use a tumblr badge if they gave me one that was evil bleeding skull flaming skull dark blood skull vampire demon wings horned skull oozing fangs sinister skull. For free
You must journey through the western gates into the great unknown, past the black ridge, through the mires betwixt towering mountains, past the empty fields of gold that stretch on for miles, unto horizons anew.
i know it’s an example of me taking idioms too literally, but the phrase “when you have a hammer everything looks like a nail” never fails to make me imagine something like when that lion in madagascar starts hallucinating all his friends as slabs of steak
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me when i have a hammer in my hand if i’m being fully honest
i desperately need like a canopy bed or a tent bed or an in-wall bed or something i need to be tucked in i need to be protected from the elements i need to be in a little hole in a den in a nest im just a prey animal trying to get by
Holding the laptop’s power button down because it’s crashed and there’s no other way to turn it off feels so unsettling. It makes me feel like I’m holding a cushion over its face while the life slowly ebbs out of it.
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