SAME THOUGH – Amethyst’s Archive

peachyimg: me making eye contact: oh no……. this feels wrong….. this feels very wrong………. but this is what normal people do right?? right????? is this polite? no this is far too intimate. i feel so intrusive. am i doing it wrong??? am i doing eye contact wrong?? oh god i can’t hear what they’re sayingContinue reading

spillywolf: Me: okay, we need to eat and take a shower My brain: acknowledged Me: …… so uh why aren’t we doing that My brain: I acknowledged it what more can I do

attentiondeficitstarscream: if you’re offline or away and i message you something (like a link to a meme or a picture or w/e) honestly just assume that i’m just leaving it there for when you get back and not expecting you to answer straight away. i don’t need you to respond with “hey, sorry, i wasn’t atContinue reading

stynalane: I was checking out at Walmart, and as I was reaching for my bags I said, “Happy Holidays!”And the cashier leaned in like she was sharing a secret and said “Merry Christmas.”So I smiled politely and said, “Blessed Yule!”And the look that spread across her face, you would have thought I’d literally stolen Christmas from her. IfContinue reading

Me: Please grant me strength and protect me from evil Gods: Where are you going? What’s going on? Me: I am going on a dangerous quest. I’ll need all the strength I can get, so please Gods: But where are you going?? Me: *starts sweating* Gods: Me: I gotta do the groceries but I don’tContinue reading

autumnesque: My heart screams autumn but the calendar says July

Me, a kitchen witch: Measurements? What are measurements? Just throw that shit in there. You, neither a kitchen nor a witch: Are you talking about cooking or witchcraft? Me: BOTH. I DON’T FUCKING CARE

poemsandmyths: me: uh hey apollo can i get some signs that you’re hanging around today- apollo: HERE’S FIVE COINCIDENCES WITH MY NAME SMACKED ONTO THREE OF THEM me:

When will summer end?

evilsupplyco: “Do come a hair closer, love?” the witch beckoned the phantom. It floated over to her, bringing a cold wind. “Oh thank the moon,” the witch muttered, fanning herself and welcoming the preternatural drop in temperature. “When will summer end?” she grumbled.