for writing purposes

the house has filled itself with chintz

sex is dumb. go in the maze

you dumb asshole, you just won $0,000

😍fuck

got called into the living room because "they're talking about something you'll like on tv" and it was a documentary about arsenic poisoning

feels worth mentioning that my response to this was to yell "POISONS??? :D :D :D" and sprint into the room like a dog that's just been told it's time for a walk

when the house is consuming you but you are the house because all you’ve ever known is the house but you can never truly belong within the house or be a part of it in any meaningful sense. it resents you and hates you yet tells you it loves you and needs you. it scrawls your name in blood across its crumbling walls and lashes out in anger when you yearn for anything more. the house was there before you and the house made you and the house is you and the house is hostile to your personhood and even after you succumb entirely even after you surrender your last breath to it the house will never let you in.

hits the bong and immediately becomes aware of the narrative

hits the bong again and looks directly at the camera knowingly

this is how eve got expelled from Eden

I like how bong can mean both penis and that big vertical disk that makes a lot of noise.

that's dong and gong. bong means neither of those things

This edible (fruit from the tree of knowledge) ain’t doing shit.

I’m naked.

the horror fandom is dying share if you’re a true whore

she babel on my tower till I ἐπιούσιον

Sometimes a family is a man who would kill for a clock, a bisexual zombie, an ex-wizard, and Kakashi.