we were in a really nice small town today and my boyfriend said, “imagine how inspired you’d be here. you could wake up every morning, look at the view, and open your laptop and start writing about lando railing that australian guy”
I love my job, but reblogging employment jelly for someone else I love.
I loathe my job and need a new one. I need all the help I can get.
I loathe my job and
need a new one. I need all
the help I can get.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
oscar piastri your waist too skinny, your smile too sweet, your vibes too chill, your driving style too cold, THEY WILL KILL YOU!!!!
walkerrenee
sometimes i randomly remember how insane maggie stiefvater was for making ronan lynch—a man that can create reality—a man of god, when he himself is a god of a man. then to take this man and have him be not only in love with, but a literal soulmate of a man named adam. parrish. adam parrish. who, mind you, lives above ronan’s very own place of worship. and is the namesake of the first of mankind that the bible says god made from the literal dust of the ground (adam parrish: comes from nothing, hair “dusty” in color) and appoints him to care for the garden of eden (adam parrish: sacrifices himself to ronan’s sentient forest). then has adam viewing ronan as a god and ronan saying “maybe he dreamt (created)” adam???? like who just fucking writes that and goes about their life?
