Doing Online Classes Is So,,,, Brain Freeze But Bad.

Doing online classes is so,,,, brain freeze but bad.

Like I’m staring at the screen. I hear words. I see words. I do not comprehend.

Repeat. Every day.

The end.

is there another word for that weight under my ribs than soul? is it my heart, my craving, my centre of self? there is something there, that roams wild outside the corral of my carefully fenced thoughts, a beast that bares its teeth at me when the day is gone and whose scales are never silent, always shifting in a low metal song. It is not immortality that I seek, but understanding. 

I would personally have my Sherlock adaptation start every episode with like 5 minutes of retirementlock framing device before flashing back to the Victorian England era where most of the shows takes place. My show would be angstier that BBC Sherlock bc the fact that it was Gay Angst would be explicit. There would be times where John thought Sherlock was dead and times where Sherlock thought that he had irreparably broken their relationship and John wouldn't take him back. There would be the spectre of arrest and the Gay Fear that your love was corrupting your lover but! Every single episode my viewers would get their 5 minutes of retirementlock fluff to reaffirm that there was no other ending for these two than happiness

REBLOG IF HERMAPHRODITES/INTERSEX PEOPLE ARE SAFE AND WELCOME ON YOUR BLOG

I’ve seen these kinds of posts for a lot of things, but haven’t seen one for intersex people. 

I’m a hermaphrodite and I want to see where people like me are welcome-

I'd care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.

Reblog this from anybody. literally. ANYBODY. even if you dont like them or even know them that well. YOU COULD SAVE THEIR LIFE.

It is currently 1 am in my country. I am having a conversation with my uhhhh friend/ c-word and we are debating which cartoon is better:

Peppy Pig, or My Little Pony

It is obviously MLP