Ana

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

TONIGHT. WE’RE DRINKING FROM THE POND.

where did op go?

these relationships are always increasing numbers as well. so obviously we need six eleven to mean somethimg

imagine if that's the date it finally happens

we all need to take better care of our selfs or we might Pass away

Britain is mostly a limescale deposit on a lost bit of Norway so perhaps we are limescales Georg.

I often think about that post that was a fake dating profile for a cat that was all about chickens, like wanting someone with posable thumbs for opening chickens.

!!!!!!

This remains one of the great art objects of modern times and nobody will convince me otherwise.

I don't like to admit it, but sometimes I actually miss John Green.

Sometimes I can almost hear him.

can I make a confession that might get me in trouble

its fun to remember we can use the big text if we want. bonjour motherfuckers. i'm posting loud as hell now.

hey everypony. can you direct me to the nonfiction birding books. thanks.

i bet that mario and luigi dont get pussy

And? Do you?

we’re not talking about me right now