Once I Finish This Fic I Am Gonna Be Sooooo Annoying

once i finish this fic i am gonna be sooooo annoying

i want to take this moment to appreciate the way that the actors say their lines in such comedic ways

I can’t stand people that don’t let me speak hyperbolically. If I can’t respond to a minor inconvenience that someone should get shot in the fucking head for it then what’s the point of it all.

find a man who cherishes you enough to cut off the dick of the man who has scorned you in order to use it to tenderly make love to you after proposing with a peach ring so that you do not have to die a virgin and can instead live on forever with him while he regularly brings flowers to your gravesite and tends to your undead body's electrocution wounds as he reads percy bysshe shelley's poetry to you. do NOT settle for less.

why cant i be a 20th century schoolboy studying shakespeare with his group of morally grey friends