something happened and now I have a serious problem inside my brain where pretty much every little man with a fat stache could kill me in cold blood and I wouldn’t mind at all
scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~
scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife
Kinda old sketch of my oc (he is so slay and agnostic)
Alright. WHAT THE FUCK is GOING ON?
Vampire shenanigans (this is literally all I have been doing today)
it’s always sunny in philadelphia is my comfort show.
Tim and Eric back at it again, melting my brain
Still thinking abt Jones and Conrad they’ve ruined my life