The fact that there’s no mannequin au fanfics out there makes me sick to my stomach. Does no one know how to have fun anymore 😔 a movie about a artist who falls in love with a muse that has inspired artists throughout centuries in a romcom where they are a mannequin brought back to life bc of the love they were given just for his gay friend to simply accept that this man talks to, dresses up, and has sex with said mannequin. Without knowing she’s alive with no comment. 🙄 ✋ they just don’t make movies with passion anymore
Forget high schools and coffee shops. Which half of your OTP would be cast into the timestream to inhabit other lives and solve other people's problems forever without recognition or thanks, and which half would be projected as a hologram, the only person who can see them as themselves, aiding them and keeping them tethered, but doomed to never touch them again and never bring them home?
The only thing to keep my company is my multiple tabs of AO3 and the one tab of strawberry shortcake crochet hats
Mexicans at their weddings
fuck labels my sexuality is just Dev Patel using his teeth to drive a knife into a mans throat
Financial aid and loans is literally the worst part of the college experience. I would rather get mugged in the dark of the night if it meant I could forget my Barc account information.
Had a long intense dream of making a sandwich in which most of it consisted of me buttering the warm bread