Muddled musings on food, herps, fic, movies, life... 18+
okay so that’s at least one person who would have no problem if they got sent back to medieval times, the guild hall absolutely going off to this mashup
Husband: That tune is really familiar.
Me: It’s the Pirates of the Caribbean theme.
Him: Ah.
Me: Mashed with Carol of the Bells. On a harp.
Him: *stares*
Me: Everything is on the internet somewhere.
were you a green day, my chemical romance, paramore, linkin park, simple plan or evanescence emo?
while kissing my cat’s little head: you’re a problem *smooch* you’re a terror *smooch* you’re a menace to society *smooch smooch smooch*
this new no-icon feed just feels like a labyrinth of posts and baby, I can’t fucking read well enough to catch if I’m reblogging myself in circles
tumblr is so funny it’s just scrapbooking for your hyperfixations. like yeah here’s a gifset that’s here for no reason other than the fact that I think it’s Pretty. here’s hugh dancy for the same reason. here’s me rambling about the thing that’s been itching my brain for months. here’s me giggling in the corner. here’s unadulterated mental illness
I think we should have a turn of phrase for “I’m not in the right, but I AM annoyed with this situation, so I just need to go bitch to a friend about this before I suck it up and go do the right thing” because more and more I’m finding this is a critical element of functional adulthood.
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