greelin:

greelin:

sorry for not answering messages for three thousand years i have. Stew. in place of a brain. you know how it is

you know how it is with the saddest broth imaginable occupying your skull. Sloshing around in there. with the unidentifiable chunks. lukewarm at best

koboldfactory:

I think if a studio exec says they want to force you to starve to death so you’ll be made to accept garbage wages, you should crush them in a hydraulic press incredibly slowly

Like the fact that rich people have gotten to the point where they think they can just be like “oh yeah I’m literally trying to kill you” without fear of repercussions is beyond infuriating. They need to know what it feels like to be beaten to death by hammers.

depsidase:

thetimelordbatgirl:

Imagine actually being so evil that you’d rather make sure your writers suffer financially instead of just paying them the pay they deserve.
Hell truly has some seats reserved already, holy shit.

by-the-deep-six:

spacesweepers:

it’s strooping absolute wafel

it’s bittering absolute ballen

nynph-desiree:

“The Moon & The Stars” dress by Frieda Lepold

the-real-numbers:

my job on the leftist commune will be the first guy to cave and buy us all fast food for dinner after we all realize how much subsistence farming sucks

tainbocuailnge:

10am is a normal time to wake up and 9am is early. and other unemployable statements.

thedreamthieves:

the saddest thing about life is that tattoos cost many money. oh and traveling? also costs many money. video games? many money. starting a new hobby? usually many money. concerts? so many money and also good luck even getting tickets. going out and getting a fancy beverage? you know the drill.