having girls’ night with the fates and and we’re lying on my bed kicking our legs in the air while deciding whether or not to cut your thread of fate, killing you instantly
Twitter threads are incomprehensible and dense and while they insist you can be “ratioed,” you technically never win a Twitter argument.
On Tumblr you can win so decisively, you force that blog to deactivate and then that post will drag around that user’s dead fucking body for all of time.
Every time you see it, it’s a victory lap around a coffin that we’ll never bury. It’s astounding.
