Obi-Wan Kenobi is a True Jedi.  Not because he’s mastered himself and his emotions or anything (though, that, too) but because he’s a giant fucking nerd who wants to study literal brain worms and gets mad when Anakin stomps them to death and he probably thinks the height of a Saturday night is a grammar argument with another Jedi Master about some obscure text philosophizing on the Force.  This is the only metric by which a True Jedi can be measured, I will accept nothing else.

Excuse you. True jedi are measured by how many Lego studs they collect.

This is the only correction I am willing to accept.

reblog and put in the tags the real reason you joined tumblr no matter how horrible or embarrassing it is

She smelled like hand sanitizer, pure and reminiscent of a hospital.  Her lips were like marble, cold and smooth.  Her eyes were like a stop light, you wanted them to be green but they were red and occasionally yellow.

hey op?

no

do you ever see a post and wince because it’s so clearly a casually worded joke that op intended to make on their own blog where most people would see the clarification in the tags but it must have grown legs because now it’s at 15k with dozens of people in the notes criticizing op for wording their public statement in a way that didn’t plan for every possible instance and interpretation and op was literally just sitting there talking to themself

Do we have a franz kafka diary entry for july 1st, i want to know what he thinks!!!

Nina Ricci HC SS 1998

“influencer” is such a sinister title. it’s got all the menace of “royal adviser” but none of the raw sex appeal.

whenever I hear "influencer" I think of this

she loves coffee i know for a fact we are mutuals i just dont know whats her blog