Omg This Is A Great Explanation. My Mom Always Acts Like I’m Her “human Dictionary” And Will Ask

nicotine addicted Jim Gordon, yes, but imagine him ripping a bright pink vape at a crime scene instead of cigarettes and blowing the most obnoxious, cotton candy-flavored cloud into the air while he’s working the case.

Batman: “What do we know about the victim?”

Jim Gordon, hitting his vape so hard everyone within ten feet feels their eyes water: “…cause of death was asphyxiation.”

Batman: “you don’t say.”

I read this post right as I was listening to this part of the song

scared of my own image, scared of my own immaturity, scared of my own ceiling, scared i'll die of uncertainty, fear might be the death of me, fear leads to anxiety, don't know what's inside of me

“i’m a girl” “i’m a boy” well i’ve got that penny loafer squeak across linoleum big flex complex napoleon i say whatever and whatever that i want sip a capri sun like its dom perignon

doing fine why do you ask

queer stories matter i'm gay and i saw a bird today

how is it mario day and no one posted the essay

the most annoying stage of burnout is when i want to write, and i have the urge to write, and somewhere in my skull are the words that want to be written, but they have to get through the cursed minotaur maze first and nobody remembered to bring string

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I'm in love with this man (credits to whoever filmed this)