(conspicuous Boner In Tight Shorts Wont Subside, Attempting To Shift Blame) Yo Who Put This Penis In

Light bunny

+ the OG sketch

affirmations:

I am undifferentiated from the vehicles I operate

I am a machine that imposes myself without reaching myself

Identity is my enemy

I am solar powered

god bless doechii and chappell roan for hating men as public as they are. literally we've needed this for years

sometimes when my mom gets drunk she goes into Liberated Women Mode, and one time she was real tipsy and while talking about her friend’s divorce, she very earnestly told me and my sister (both adults) that regardless of preference or relationship, she hoped we would both reach a point in our lives where we were having really good sex with really good people. and my sister said, “i do that now except the good people part” and i said, “sex is real?” and my mom didn’t love either of those answers

The masculine urge to become a mountain man. Only come off the mountain twice a year to get supplies. Farm and harvest and hunt and build everything else. Talk to myself constantly. Stop coming into town for a few years after the age of 76. The sheriff finally comes up to check on me and finds the door to my shack wide open and my skeletonized body lying in bed, tucked up under the covers. They all forgot my name so they just put ‘Mountain Man’ on my tombstone. Shack left to decay but I’m not quite done having fun. My ghost lures lost hikers in and makes them keep me company. They come off the mountain rambling about the crazy old man in the hand hewn log cabin with fire in his eyes and leaves on the floor. I was alone in life but I don’t want to be lonely in death.

What do you believe in now?

*pounds a monster at 9pm* why can't I ever sleep at night

what im thinking about at any given moment

save me bitching