you are not wasting time you are vibing. you are not being unproductive you are literally chilling. make a grill cheese with cheddar cheese and slather a piece of the bread with some honey and maybe you’ll relax
people on here are always saying “we NEED a story where the art of storytelling is abandoned” like ugh literary devices are soo annoying like that wouldn’t happen in real life that only happened to further the story (why is there story in my story) why would orpheus turn around when he was explicitly told not to why would icarus fly so close to the sun romeo&juliet catcher in the rye why are they so earnest why pour your heart and soul into anything why bother why cant all art be quippy logical monotony like my marvel movies there’s a void in my heart bc i refused to fill it and the curtains were blue
“i hate poetry its so pretentious” but then you reblog a quote or a throwaway line and say “why does this go so hard” you are desperate for poetry you are starved for it and u dont even realise you’re hungry
“wahhhh but the writers strike means some shows will be cancelled” what if we all threw our phones in the lake and lived in a cave and hit each other with sticks for the rest of eternity
“I’m duetting this until this woman permanently destroys her lungs with toxic gas. So first we got ammonia based toilet cleaner, okay, and that’s bleach. Okay, you’ve made mustard gas.”
[video cuts, same person some time later]
“You’re still fucking doing this? I’m trans now, that’s how much fucking time has passed since I last ratio’d you, shut the fuck up!”