There are two types of people:
Type A: Life is a mess but every app on the phone is categorized into neat folders and knows exactly which folder to navigate to for an app.
Type B: Got life figured out but the phone is an unholy mess waiting to erupt like a dormant volcano. Knows where to find stuff, but anyone else trying to navigate is just heading towards a level 7 migraine.
If I had a dollar for everytime Diego said ‘grassy knoll’ or ‘JFK’ this season I could probably raise my own batch of 7 maladjusted super humans with an ape and a robot.
That said, fuck that monocled piece of shit Reggie Hargreeves.
Edit: Just finished watching season 2 and well, I manifested the second batch there didn’t I? Still fuck Reggie.
My sister just tried to screenshot her favorite kpop star cutout onto a background screen for a game on Twitter for no reason and ended up dialing emergency services.
Consequences.
I came here for the jokes, I got indoctrinated into a cursed cult instead.
Private investigator playing for both sides, I disappear people and find missing people. And sometimes for kicks, I’ll just disappear myself.
Your Tumblr username decides your profession. How is your first day at work?
Keep hearing about everyone picking up a new skill during the lockdowns and well I’m proud to announce that I can now successfully unravel and re-ravel my self at will.
I hate your guts but here’s some chocolate flavored Yoplait to help you through it.
Wei WuXian:
*Looks for LAN ZHAN all the time in the first life*
*Always chasing after LWJ in the first life*
*Got branded for a dude*
*Always saving and helping LWJ in the first life*
*Seeks him out even after death and reincarnation*
*Constantly giving him ‘eye-fucking invitations’*
I mean he lusts after him worse than any straight couple flirting I’ve seen...it’s a wonder he didn’t make LWJ’s block list.
And LWJ suffers through all of this and more, ever so patient and generous.
I bet if he had a phone, LWJ would be his emergency contact which would of course make JC extra mad.
Even the gods went, you’re not a villainous soul but please go find your man, he’s pining too hard on earth.
Meanwhile, the Untamed:
Two bro’s chilling in a bath tub five feet apart because they’re what? Not Fuckin’ Gay.
Watching those restoration videos on YouTube and commenting hoping that one of those creators will entertain the possibility of restoring the shattered pieces of my sanity back together once this year ends.
Being a hypocrite is really tiring, pretending to care takes a toll on a person.
The weirdest thing about online teaching sessions are that the lecturer is explaining this abstract concept that flies by your head while you lie in bed and check the WhatsApp group where everyone is commenting on his drapes/lighting/interior decoration.