horrifying monster: *crawls into my window and reaches for me*
me: fucking finally, thank god
horrifying monster: wow way to just suck the fun out of killing people and eating their bone marrow
me: can we at least make out a little
horrifying monster: you’re fucking sick

bagofgroceries:

thebibliosphere:

Husband was looking for me all round the house so he could show me something he’d made but he couldn’t find me so he just shouted really loudly, “Fantasy and Sci-fi are the same genre!” and the rational part of my brain doing laundry was like “I’m not responding to a meme, wait where am I going—” as I ascended up the basements stairs like the wrath of god, and he just turned like “there you are” and I’m SO MAD THAT IT WORKED

this delights me

queerpyracy:

music genres are fake and made up anyway so here’s how i’m describing my music taste from now on:

  • music for witches dancing at midnight
  • songs that sad protestants would sing in a bar where for some reason people Only drink whiskey
  • summer indie pop songs that capture a fake rose-tinted view of adolescence never experienced but often romanticized
  • that distinct feeling some music gives you where you feel this like primal power like you’re channeling old and forgotten gods who are back for vengeance