Sometimes, I Wonder: Souls Can Be Reincarnated Into A New Life, Right? When We Lose A Part Of Our Souls,

i don’t know how and why they get to be so pretty and i want to be pretty too but it doesn’t feel that way

yet there’s a feeling of contentment that i’m not like so, hoping to be handsome instead

and part of the reason is that there’s a peace in knowing you can be someone you’re not rather than someone you can’t be

i just had a hilarious thought. imagine one of the kids or nancy or someone has been bugging steve about when he’s finally gonna get together with robin because they’re obviously perfect for each other. steve protests that they are just friends but the other person won’t relent. he knows he can’t out robin but he’s honestly at a loss for what else will make them leave it alone. in a moment of split second judgement he ends up blurting out that he’s gay.

they don’t believe him so he doubles down and tells them he’s dating eddie and that makes them leave it alone but now they think he and eddie are dating which causes a whole new problem for him. steve tells eddie what happened and all but begs him to play along. eddie agrees easily after a little pleading (he liked watching steve beg, sue him). cue fake dating where they are pining hopelessly after each other but think the other is only being affectionate because they are supposed to be pretending to date.

It’s finally September, guys; Merry Christmas

“How many times have people used a pen or a paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?”

- Virginia Wolf, Selected Essays

The great Dorothy Parker born on this day in 1893:

"If you have young friends who aspire to be writers, the second greatest favor you can do to them is present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them while they are still happy."

Shoutout to you people who:

Wear very warm clothes in hot and tropical climates/countries

Drink caffeinated drinks despite their palpitations

Feel like laughing when everyone else on the dining table is serious

Carry a big bag of random things everywhere because what if the house burns down while you’re away?

Reread a book you dislike because a super special person is passionate about it

[especially for you, writers, out there] Go into detail about the most random things ever and end up sounding like a professional in a certain field

Too tired to eat and too hungry to sleep; ends up bringing food to the bed and wakes up to ants everywhere

Rant about the person you’re in love with; you love them, yes, but sometimes they really can be little shits

Takes notes about anything and everything but never read or review them

Have you ever been to the Philippines? 🇵🇭

School’s about to start in two days, does anyone have any tips for taking notes?

“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”

- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray