Why is it every Sunday night I get this massive, gnawing anxiety that hurries into my solar plexus and gargles things like WHATAREYOUEVENDOINGWITHYOURLIFE and YOURESTILLREALLYPOOR and YOUCANTBUYBREAKFASTTOMORROW?@11 hours ago with 3 notes
J’onn J’onzz as a homeless guy named Martian Canhunter isn’t as funny as I think it is, but I’m still laughing at it.@13 hours ago with 2 notes
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Merchant Ivory in the streets, Golan Globus in the sheets.