sick of this. it's not gay to dream about your best friend comforting you by playing the guitar and singing to you softly. even if she laughs in your ear and tells you she loves you in the dream. it's not. just fucking wake up. my god. this is the america biden wants
awkward loser Kageyama,,,, you will always be my no. 1 (he's just like me fr)
Lol manga Shoyo is hilarious, him casually roasting Kags always cracks me up
when jeremy tries to make small talk on the drive home from the airport and makes the mistake of asking jean's major
obsessed with this concept
i remember the time i was eating breakfast cereal with the tv behind me. and all of a sudden. with absolutely no warning. i hear david rossi. naturally i think, THE HELL?? CRIMINAL MINDS HAS NO BUSINESS BEING ON THE CHANNEL FOR FOX NEWS.
it was an ad.
anyways thank you joe mantegna for blessing my tv on a fine sunday morning.
(no one: me: HOLY SHIT ITS JOE MANTEGNA my confused grandpa: who tf is joe mantegna)
oh my god this is incredible
i fear i locked in too hard with kagehina….
i love You
in 2025 let’s bring back being enthusiastic on ao3. leave a comment on every chapter. leave kudos and, if necessary, leave “double kudos” in the comments. tags and notes on bookmarks. the whole nine yards. let’s show fanfic authors how much we love them.
when you got that mucus in you and you turn into the hawk tuah girl but instead of spitting on a thing you spit into a trashcan like a rootin tootin point n shootin cowboy
heavy is a feeling I like
Not one but TWO of the quotes in here are from books on my to-read list... I will reblog this because a. it's neat and b. as a reminder to myself to read them
my bad.
Letters To Milena, Franz Kafka // My Poems: Selected Poetry of Marina Tsvetaeva, Marina Tsvetaeva // Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami // Night Shift, Stephen King
i burst into tears whenever i think about haikyuu and the importance of people.
“Are there many little boys who think they are a Monster? But in my case I am right said Geryon to the Dog they were sitting on the bluffs The dog regarded him Joyfully”
Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red