autter-pop:

Laziness: I don’t want to put these clothes away, so I’ll do something else instead.

Executive dysfunction: I have to put the clothes away. I do. It’s easy. How do I start. I know I can do it, I’ve done it before, and it’s easy. Why am I still sitting here. Do it. It’s not that much. Pick up the clothes and carry them to your room. Pick up the clothes an—I’m still sitting. Why am I still sitting and staring at the clothes.

sweeterthanadonut:

daenerysbeauty:

linguini from ratatouille is the most accurate representation of a broke millennial, like he has no idea what he wants to do with his life and has a shitty apartment and gets drunk and has intense anxiety and actually acknowledges how weird his situation is. like, he just found this rat that can cook and can somehow communicate and control his actions by pulling on his hair and that’s weird af, but fuck it he really needs this job so fine let the rat cook, he doesn’t even care how weird his life is anymore he just needs money.

Linguini:

swordlesbianism:

swordlesbianism:

swordlesbianism:

swordlesbianism:

swordlesbianism:

Does necromancy only work on animals? What do you do if you accidentally necromancy a fence and then it starts growing branches?

WHAT DO YOU DO IF YOU NECROMANCY A BOTTLE OF SHAMPOO AND IT TURNS INTO AN ENTIRE PILE OF LIMES?

What if I accidentally necromancy a vaccine and then someone gets an armful of very live pathogen?

WHAT’S THE LIMIT ON DEADNESS? HOW RECENTLY DOES SOMETHING HAVE TO BE DEAD? COULD I NECROMANCY A DINOSAUR FOSSIL? WHAT IF I NECROMANCIED THE GROUND AND THEN DINOSAURS STARTED APPEARING?

WHAT IF I NECROMANCIED A LIMESTONE WALL AND IT JUST TURNED INTO A PILE OF MOLLUSCS? WHAT IF I MOLLUSCED A BUILDING? A MOUNTAIN?

dopeluminarydreamer:

numberlover1729:

one-time-i-dreamt:

xxxamethystrosexxx:

andthenrealitycrashesthrough:

*sees post on tumblr*

Every damn time. 

This even happens to me from time to time because over the course of running this blog, I went through thousands and thousands of submissions and I apparently do not remember all of them so I’ll see some older submission on my dash and get confused or worried for a good few seconds until I see my icon and realize, ah, that’s just me, phew. 

@one-time-i-dreamt so, you’re telling us that the person who RUNS the freaky dream blog forgets to read the user name?!? I feel better now

The fact that one-time-i-dreamt is scared of her own posts is weirdly reassuring