MY ENTIRE SHORT MXTX LIFE I THOUGHT THE GUY IN WHITE ON THE COVER WAS WEI WUXIAN BUT IT’S NOT MY LIFE

Maybe I would actually eat if I didn’t have to change out of my pajamas before going upstairs.

I rewatched Phantom of the Opera today (25th Anniversary) and now I kinda want to write an xReader AU fanfic where Idia is the Phantom. I don't know who Raoul is, but I'm considering Azul. Feeling a little silly, I might just try it.

Me, suddenly noticing the time at one am while thinking it was only eleven pm: Excuse me?? How long has it been Sunday????

How does life work for the shaker family in Blue's Clues. Did Steve buy them from the store? Did they come with the house? Where did they come from? Are they mass produced? Are they just a completely separate race? Does Steve actually use the salt, or is that disrespectful to them? If he does use it, what happens when it runs out of salt? Does it die? Is it like a sacrifice, that pieces of its spirit leave its body every time Steve wants to season his dishes? Does pouring new salt into the shaker give the bottle a completely new spirit, or is that the same person? Is the spirit actually stored in the bottle, and the salt is just a tether to the mortal realm? How did they conceive Paprika? I need answers

I don’t always like my older brother but uhhh shout out to my older brother for NOT getting mad when I’m not able to concentrate on his long rants. I will zone out all the time and I’ll suddenly cut him off with “Wait I’m sorry, I zoned out. Can you go back? The last thing I remember you saying was [thing]” and he’ll go back and explain what he said again. I’m sorry, Big Bro, that probably frustrates you, but thank you for putting up with me so far.

My ultimate romantic fantasy: being accepted flaws and all

Not because of them, not despite them, just an acknowledgement that yeah, they exist, and that doesn’t stop commitment.

"The day before there were another 23 victims. He's killing one off, every hour on the hour."

Okay but time is a social construct. Time is relative. How does the Death Note know what time it is? Which clock is it going off of? If I take it into a spaceship, fly off into another sphere of gravity, and ask for the death to occur at 6, is it going off the spaceship's time or Earth's time? How does it know???

I don’t go anywhere and I don’t do anything and I don’t have close friends I can trust with my life.

How am I supposed to write a book if I don’t know what living feels like

This Valentine’s Day we all need an inspiring rival who we share values and insane competitive tension with. There should be services for acquiring a nice glamorous nemesis, just saying. I am deprived. 

I always think of Dazai whenever I hear “Demolition Lovers” by My Chemical Romance, because, y’know, yeah