in the stripped club. straight up gherkin it. and by it I mean my pickle.

let’s see how long we can go without touching, why don’t you sing me to sleep? I know you’d never actually think about jumping…but do it for me 🎶 let’s see how long we can go without talking, watch me pretending to sleep, I’m next to you (you’re next to nothing), you promised that you’d never leave…but maybe you’ll do it for me 🎶 let’s see how far I can run without stopping and she can pretend to be me, since she took my place — in my bed, on that stage — I have not lost any sleep…being myself wasn’t easy…do it..for me

he's not coming back as a bird

lyrics from lost weekend (reprise) by phoebe bridgers

for my dad who i miss so much

Batman 2 being a winter movie is the perfect time to introduce a certain cold-theme villain 🥹

Skiing Joker

I love it when a classicist has clearly gotten so lost in the BCE sauce that their perception of time has become deeply warped. Case in point: the article I’m currently reading just described the Byzantine era as “a period relatively modern.”

Stop that’s too funny

the equally funny opposite of this is when modern historians will act like anything before 1945 is prehistory

ancient roman women whose husband keeps looking at the neighbour's boy quintus and he never looks at her that way and she can't even chainsmoke in the kitchen because they don't have marlboro blues in ancient times. and she can't even go to the club because they haven't discovered drum and bass music yet. her friend clodia's having visions of a woman named doechii but neither of them knows what that means

Heard the quaker oats guy is running a fuck a fan contest!

By Kensuke Koike

poetry fans be like i love that poem it made me feel fucking awful & horrible & scared