Yee Haw

who am i if not a guy who wears the same stupid little necklace. All the time.

grinding and cramming for finals when I'd rather be grinding and cramming. in like a sex way or something. i guess. i dunno. shuffles away sadly. hits my head on a low-hanging branch and bleeds out in the snow

i don’t understand why some fanfiction writers will put all of their work in one giant paragraph. i am constantly abusing a paragraph break. i use it every five seconds. new subject? new paragraph. slightly different angle? new paragraph. any sentence that holds any amount of weight? boom new paragraph. i will use one word then do another paragraph break. you can’t stop me.

sometimes angels are real. And they are in the form of the people letting you merge from the ramp onto the highway

when they slow down and do that little hand gesture.. i feel like a wounded animal being rescued from a barbed wire fence. my life is in your hands and you have shown me such kindness. we’re soul bonded now ms. kia sorento

if i was a bug i would find you every lifetime just to die in your drink

horniest post on this app

Nervously, I pull from the tarot deck. It’s the Nine of Clocks. My fate is revealed to me: It’s my bedtime, and I gotta go to sleeps

*after gossiping* pleasure doing bitchness with you

If my silly levels get too low I die

Dang, check that shit out. That’s a good fuckin’ haiku. Good job, haiku bot.

Big Announcement: I am a fool!! I do not know things! I am straight-up unaware!!!

i’m not “lazy” i’m just a fragile victorian maiden. i can only handle 1-2 mildly taxing activities a day before i have to put myself down for a nap until dinner

Not "I always knew I was different", not "I thought it was normal", but a secret third thing: it never occurred to me to think about whether it was normal until I was forced to, usually in a cruel way

vulnerability is like so hard, if I told you anything sappy please know that I had a hand to hand combat with seven layers of embarrassment and repression

whatever *becomes weirder out of spite*

unstoppable force (wanting to be the kindest version of myself) vs immovable object (all the anger and hatred I have inside myself)

i’m like if a man and a woman had a baby and it grew up in a tumultuous society with undiagnosed mental disorders and unrestricted internet access