All My Organs Are Continuously Exploding 24/7. Every Day When I Get Home I Love Nothing More Than To

CLADISTICS ruined my life

“In my youth,” reminisced the old man, scratching his beard thoughtfully, “I was quite the quirked up white boy. No one in the village could best me at busting it down sexual style.”

“And were you goated, sir?” the young boy queried.

“My dear boy, I most certainly was!” The old man chuckled, a merry twinkle in his eye. “With the sauce, I daresay.”

Little benchtrio focused comic… Those two’ll figure it out.

some important advice

HOT TIP!!!

You will drink more water if it tastes good. I’m dead serious. Throw some mint in there, throw some lemon or strawberry or a little flavor packet. Your brain likes things that taste good.

Oh… so now every childhood hyper fixation is coming back.

This can't keep happening, I need that brain space 3:

This was the start

“starry night” this, “café terrace at night” that, when are we going to talk about “two rats” by vincent van gogh?

oh how things change

gulp my 1st tumblr post

he brings me so much joy. he’s like a little jester