The Names Murple. Starrain Murple.

Reblog if you write fan fiction

Doesn’t matter if you write in a frequent basis, or once in a blue moon, just how many of us are there?

yearning <3

“you belong in the kitchen” okay? and you belong in the soup. get Boiled idiot.

PSA for incense users:

incense are rly rly bad for the respiratory system of ur pets so when ur burning incense, do it in a room ur pet doesn’t usually spend a tone of time in and just open the windows

if ur burning an incense stick and u wanna put it out, you can dip it in water or just stub it out on like a rock or something. if u stub it out, it relights easy! if u use water, just snip off the part that got wet and boom, instant relight!! (great to prevent waste)

that’s all i got thanks for listening!!!

me after writing a six page poem about someone who i am 100% not romantically interested in and am strictly best friends with.

i have been thinking abt you all day no homo though

you eat whole raw potatoes while sitting in a bathtub wearing a hollywood style expensive robe. your pet ferret sits with you. it is eight feet tall.

New REBLOG Game

Just fucking lie about the previous poster

*curled up in a ball on the floor, rocking back and fourth* i’m just a chill guy im just a chill guy im just a chill guy im just a chill guy im just—

i hate going to Events. fucking Events man. why are they there. what do they want from me. feels like i always got some bitchass Even coming up.

as a D1 floater friend, going to a tiny ass high school is weird. it’s like. i know EVERYONE. i play sports, so im friends with the popular soccer players. i’m in advanced classes, so im chill with upperclassmen. i like art, so im friends with the nerdy art kids. and to make it WILDER, my dad works at the school with behavioral kids. so im friends with the skaters, stoners, and even the kids who get suspended every other week that most people are AFRAID OF. i’ve lived here not even a full year and i’ve got a wider circle than some of the mfs that grew up here. and i’m an INTROVERT.

the intimacy of sharing. of tasting drinks without worrying about waterfalling. of trading sweaters. of leaning in, connected by the wires of my 2016 earbuds. of sharing not just objects but space. your head on my shoulder or my feet up in your lap. of sharing not just space but time. of both of us losing sleep just to talk for 15 more minutes. of sharing not just time but knowledge. the “i wasn’t supposed to tell anyone but” and homework help. the intimacy of letting someone hold a piece of what makes up your soul. maybe even letting them keep it. i think about it every time i let you borrow my pencil.