♦ pitied by @thespianTestified
i should be more violent
II liike piickiing aat my sscaabss aand eaatiing them #giirldiinner
hard to care that much about anything.
blue people are in my notifications likin my therapy posts i'm gettin scared
THIS IS IT IT'S ALL OVER WHAT THE FUCK WHY DOES THE MULTIVERSAL SEX OFFENDER EXIST HOLY SHIT
Hm. Suddenly I feel a sense of dread.
And the good Lord (rest his soul) said arise, my brother. #BoysNight https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/18766a5844c1.png @caligulasAquarium @terminallyCapricious#2753 @gutsyGumshoe @technicallyTimaeus @tipsyGnostalgic#2248
sometimes i daydream what woulda happened if yknow
Insert that post I made the other day about how one day I'm gonna lose it here. I don't have the energy to find it or type up a new one.
1 FR3W UP
MY FR41L BODY N33DS SOUP 1’M NOT F33L1NG SO HOT TOD4Y
opened chittr at the exact wrong second but i stay thriving
at least i’m not the only one
It is too much creamer.
There is no world domination here It's something far worse I know it
Ton1ght w1ll b3 4 long n1ght for m3.
I TRUST YOU IMPLICILTY DIE [TRUTH]
…NOW HOW THE HELL DID YA DO THAT OVER T
It hasn't happened yet. Yet.
One of these days I'm just gonna lose it. Absolutely blow my fucking lid. Go crazy. You'll think, "There's Casper, just being a silly goofy," no. That's it. I've lost it. I probably won't be back once I've plunged off that ledge. You'll miss me.
The gala has winded down! Thank you all so much for coming! I'm so sorry The Mayor couldn't make it, but I'm sure he'll appreciate how much every single one of you contributed tonight! I personally hope I put together an event that was at least marginally entertaining for you all! It was a new and harrowing experience for me, but I hope it marks only the beginning of the new wonderful friendships I've made today! #midnightcitygala
Man what the fuck is Erick smoking in their RV shit fucking reeks from here. Whatever. As long as they can perform tonight I don't care.
M★y strife be etern★l.
It's maddening. - MC Oleana
#Sasunaru has a compleX and layered dynamic that trandescends quadrants. It's black. It's red. It's pale. It's even ashen, where Sakura is concerned. It is the very definition of romance. Their individual character arcs are so intertwined that one does not eXist without the other. And yet somehow, still, it is only relegated to subteXt. I'm this close to #CrashingOut. #Yaoi #OTP #Quadbaiting - MC Oleana
yeah i mean what do you expect though every rich person is jackoff nuts these days.
one can hope for a tomorrow with less violence. that day is not today
i boght ths a wek ago hws is alrdy ths low i wasnt evn drinkng form it hlf te time #substance https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/272f4e750416.jpg
So many people assume that I am related to Egbert I understand assuming I was an IVF baby but why does everyone assume June was the sire Do I resemble her that much or is it just the glasses
♰ client had me busy running around his office shooting photos all morning at least its done. it was hard to not want to yank on his tie. ♰
#rankbait #gothichorror #trollfrankensteinesqueinspired #horror #nsfw #nsfwe #moirails #moirailsgonrsouth #blackrom? if it’s terrible my bad lmfao i’m exhausted #substance #sleepy cobbled streets with the sound hoofs clacking echo from the late occasional late night carriage outside the inn. the purpose of his stay would be a simple business request, a plea for backing for his next experiment. his old moirail, someone disconnected for nearly 10 sweeps. it was never bad terms, just a move in a different direction. time has passed since then, but the curiosity lingers. laughs from the tavern below were like old times, but a touch to the shoulder lingered far too long or the share of a drink left eyes locked on for more than the appropriate moment. maybe time and distance had made more of a dent in their standing with one another than expected. yet here, he looks the man in the eyes with the confession that the only reason for the call to the city was business, and a failing one at that . . . the scientist hadn’t had a successful experiment in sweeps, holed up in his lab to the point the board of science almost wrote him off as dead in an experiment gone awry. once his most trusted ally, now a backer (or glorified cashmoobeast) and nothing more. at least, not as far as the scientist thought. brandy strikes the fire, glass shattering as the flame swallows the liquor whole. it makes him flinch, a rage in your ex’s eyes you’ve never seen before. it causes a tightness in the scientist’s chest, but not the pain of long gone paleness than it should. the snarl on his lips is stealing his breath. should he want to bite them so desperately?
I wish I could stop being so tired.
Supplex her.