I Have Nothing To Post About, Falls And Shatters Into Thousands Of Pieces

end the stereotype that you have to have been married to be divorced

I think an hour long cry and a big hug would fix me

This year is coming to an end and I'm still squeezing silly and crappy NSR meme-drawings from my old sketchbook into it before it does. (They may look like the teacher's copies when it comes to picture quality, but hey I'm literally taking these with my phone and using the kitchen sink's light).

I was being cancelled because apparently it was classist to put feathers on dinosaurs.

Both dream me and irl me were very confused.

can’t stop thinking about my friend’s cishet partner who said last night that he doesn’t think anyone is the same gender. god-tier take.

Kinda fucked up and nasty how vampires drink blood, imo. Like. Pepsi costs a dollar seventy five

glad that im not popular enough to have an evil shadow version of my blog that exists just to make contradictions on my posts

finding someone who shares your unpopular/niche opinions on Special Interest is literally like finding water in the desert. like thank fucking christ someone else has actually thought through this thing

YOU CALLED ME A GILF, TANGO.

- Callum Crown (..again.)

...Okay fair point, I'M SORRYY WAGHH I DIDN'T MEAN TO (trust)

Dialtown is severely lacking in Tango fanart this is unacceptable