The Toaster Has Been Screaming All Morning And The Ceiling Is Clattering.

The toaster has been screaming all morning and the ceiling is clattering.

I would like to welcome this ghost into our family but ask them to please shut up its 6:30 in the morning

Current emotion: screaming to the tune of duel of the fates

When you hear ‘someone like you’ by Adele in the radio and suddenly you are back in the secret room behind the gym before practice for the fourth grade musical and the girl twice your height with the sandy hair, almond-shaped eyes and freckles is playing the old piano and singing and you start to cry because you wish you had understood your sexuality sooner because that was her last year at that school and you never saw her again.

Same, buddy

Clone Wars mood

ExCuse?? Webtoon? You okay??

If claiming ‘ it’s essentially public property ‘ is enough of an excuse for random historians to steal the possessions of some poor immortal minding their own business, why do people have to pay to enter museums?

Thinking abt immortality and how meticulously you’d have to keep track of all of your shit so some nosy historian didnt spot your old journal or coat or copy of a book and call an infuriating time-based finders keepers

“It’s two hundred years old” they say. “It’s essentially public property” they say. It’s a letter you sent to your friend and it’s in a museum now and you’re screaming