Me Trying To Organize My Life

The simmering homoeroticism of team sports

Oh to be a repressed late-victorian man and have your Companion tm call you by your first name,

i hate making tea cuz i feel bad for throwing out the teabag. i’m always like i should eat this

Do you ever wanna bond with someone so bad you’re like “damn i wish we were knights on a dangerous quest”

Sometimes you just have to do things for the dramatic tension you know?

i just ate a whole pot of mac and cheese help me

why ghost hunting and not ghost observing? ghost anthropology? let me live amongst the ghosts like jane goodall and the chimpanzees

mmmm eggs

you know what’s probably more fun than playing chess? cheating at chess

“ohhh would you look at that, my pawns found jesus and now they’re all bishops”

“so i realize it looks like i’m putting a thimble on the board but actually my rooks have been using their downtime to build another rook, one that’s better, stronger, faster—”

“hey welcome back. while you left to get a snack, those six pieces you’d captured slipped their guards, tunneled to safety and emerged right in the middle of your royal palace.”

“oof, looks like you’ve got my king cornered…maybe this is a good time to mention that shortly before we started playing, my pawns and knights revolted and instituted a representative democracy. feel free to kill the puppet ruler that was the one remaining vestige of our tyranny, you cringing servant of the crown. vive la revolution!”