*over the loudspeaker at ikea* FIRST BLOOD

i think if i, in the flesh, heard that in an ikea some primal part of me would break out and smash a norrnäs over the closest person’s head

i hate when a poem is good. Fuck you for saying that for real

genuinely i feel like theres a big ass minotaur underground waiting for his day to come

the human right to be genetically engineered to have good executive function and not have years of life stolen by depression

seeing a lot of "why would i reblog anything i don't have something to add" like

sir this is the user-circulated content site

Still wrapping my head around the fact the phrase "Hold Your Horses" is a play on the word Stable...

To be stable.

obsessed w how none of these are the real origin of the phrase

god gave us free will for a reason (plays on the computer for 12 hours a day)

hey um. your boyfriend gained genre awareness and in an attempt to defy his inevitable tragic demise he only sealed his fate. sorry