my "old soul" needs to be put in a home

turkey burger? like... the country?

id never hit a short person, cant be caught dead punching down

3 teeth away from a full set :/

cant have shit in london, some vase just ate my husband and nobody even remembers him

i feel like s1 jon when i say that i dont believe in ghosts and spirits and stuff because i met one once and he kinda does not like me one bit and so i named him toby and gave him fresh bread and he left me alone but for a good few months there the craziest shit kept happening but yea no spirits totally dont exist guys

i hate when im asked what music i listen to because like genuinely so many things (i keep cycling between "Newton the Cyborg" (the song by Reesha Dyer) "my teeth will free you" (the album by sixwing) "Hesitant Alien" (the album by Gerard Way) "Yes" (the album by Blue Foster) and "The Young and the Hopeless (the album by Good Charlotte), next week itll be an entirely new roster) and i cant just give a basic answer, i should start biting people who ask,,,,

being called chat as a system is so interesting, like, yes you have our attention now, the council is listening

I blinked and its now 6 and my headmate might actually murder me because he has a date today which it is going to be dead tired for, genuinely what even is time we should fire whoever came up with it

fuck grammar actually, i say my silly little words in the order the gods revealed them to me and if you don't know what I mean then that knowledge is just forbidden