White Boy Goes To Jupiter And Shocks Waiters By Ordering In Perfect Stupider

I'm so glad I started saying "epic" again like I did in middle school. Sometimes things really are just epic idk what to tell u

half yes.

im one of the angels assigned to guard god's throne and i keep shaving a piece of wood off one of the legs so it gets progressively thinner and weaker until one day it will snap like a matchstick and the big man will topple from his seat of power to grace the ground with his holy ass. of course he's omniscient so he already knows this and will have to banish me from heaven when it happens, but because of free will he has to give me the option to repent right until the very end. we both know i'm not going to do it but the rules that define our very being won't let us take any other course of action and besides he made me this way, so really the joke's on him no matter what.

ive found that partially treated mental illness can sometimes look to uninvolved onlookers like faked mental illness.

party rockers in their bed tonight. every body just have a good night

walk into the local in a skirt and a guy calls me a “fucking faggot”, and i explain to him that im actually a femboy not a trans woman and he says “oh sorry lad, so you still relate to masculinity in some sort of way” and im like yeah and hes like “sorry mate” and im like ur fine honestly happens all the time and hes like “buy you a drink?” and one turns into two turns into three and he’s hilting in me in the mens and im panting and my mascara’s running and my tits are bouncing and my skirt’s up over my little estrogenated ass and he says “good girl” and i moan and he says “i fucking knew it” and clatters my head off the wall and i go down and he doesnt even have the good grace to finish on my unconscious body hes so mad. anyway can you pick me up i have a concussion

i felt like i was a little freak with all my pent up queer longing and desire and then i read richard siken’s poetry and realized i am still a little freak i’m just not skilled enough to lyrically spell it out, but rather i let it spill out like a malfunctioning factory machine whenever it gets quiet

is anyone else disgusted by the enormity of their desire or is it just me & richard siken

mitsuki using the music metaphor which has always represented her and aya’s shared queerness and feelings for each other to make her roundabout confession…. the panelling reflecting how she’s literally and figuratively closing the gap between them….. i am ascending

how do you draw wet hair

guys i’ll be real it’s going on five years soon i don’t think this is a hyperfixation i think this is a special interest forever