When I was younger I thought the black market was a physical place in the middle of a desert canyon somewhere, and the reason it was called that was because all the stalls used black fabric. I thought that human bones and brains in jars were sold there. I thought you could buy smuggled artifacts and stolen artwork from painters long dead. I thought that you could buy elephant ivory and endangered bird eggs. I thought that you could buy rhinoceros meat and wild chinchilla coats. I thought you could buy pirated copies of movies and hard drives full of government secrets. I kind of wanted to go, but I knew it was a terrible thing to ask. I wouldn’t have bought anything, I would have just liked to look.

When I was 10 I really wanted a baby tiger bc I was a stupid kid and I straight up typed blackmaket.com into Internet explorer.

what if your house was FLOODED and your minecraft pj pants BROKE and you got COPYRITE STRIKE from YOURSELF and your BOYFRIEND wasn’t a LAWYER and you were GAY

jobs for people who. don’t know how to do anything. computer are you listening to me

When she’s so pretty it makes my brain fuzzy 🫠

Having to hide the fact that you're a nasty perverted freak in case she's not ready for all that </3

Making out is great but I want to dedicate an entire evening to just making out with each other. Like. We don't have to do ANYTHING other than kissing each other over and over. Fuck. It's my dream...

“You’re a nerd” I say as I look at you with heart eyes while you info dump to me

(flirting) I could worship you in ways that would make churches look useless.