its a metaphor, you see. you place your cursor right upon the killing thing, but you dont actually click on it.
*puts a whole fucking onion in my mouth* see, it’s a metaphor. i could accidentally bite down at any moment and cry like a little bitch, but im not giving it the power to make me cry like a little bitch. a metaphor.
*packs a bong* see im not gunna rip it cause its a metaphor. *holds it to my mouth and makes saxophone noises* the real high is life
Bohemian Rhapsody is no one’s favorite song, but also everyone’s favorite song. Like, when someone asks what your favorite song is you never say Bohemian Rhapsody but when it starts playing on the radio I am pretty sure you crank it up and belt out every single lyric and you don’t even care you’re so proud.
these yale open course lectures on milton & paradise lost are blowing my MIND