and yet... your balls

(consumed with lust voice) omg what a fucking weirdo

*mumbling and grumbling* maybe i wanted to win stupid prizes *kicks dirt*

i'm afraid the phrase "touch my wee wee touch my fucking wee wee!" has become a consistent part of my internal monologue vocabulary

what’s wrong? you’ve barely touched my spores

touch my spores.

why aren’t you touching them

why do you hate spores. and me. and potential losses of autonomy

okay but chess terminology is like. you pinned your opponent's hung knight and now you can mate? oh im sure

shout out to mutuals that have fucked up sleep schedule it's like we live in the same timezone

the sewing machine is like if a horse and an inkjet printer had a child

I must not delay task. Delay task is the mindkiller. Delay task is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my task. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the task has gone there will be nothing. Only completed task will remain.

Cock Colding

when you suck them off after eating a popsicle 🥶

Cock Colding

when you suck them off after eating a popsicle 🥶

The problem is I always want to dm my mutuals some shit like "I consider you an ally to my cause"

Reblog to tell your mutuals "I consider you an ally to my cause"