state-assigned martin blackwood kinnie

in charcuterie city, you'll always be cheesed to meet your friends

I hate charcuterie city I want to go somewhere else

this is all that's left.

this is all that's left.

I’m going to have a fucking breakdown

You people are normal right. If I learn how to be a person from you it would be fine right

trans women who top love dressing like homeless vietnam veterans. it’s like their version of drinking water

"I'm retired from dickslinging" "we need you for one last job.. a thighjob" "I'm a ronin, a soldier without a nation... you have to host"

the last bushi-doll

dangerous game i have to play when i wake up where if i want to look at my phone i have to be so careful and discreet otherwise the worlds loudest baby will get up and start yelling at me and smacking my hands until i pet her

first name PLACE last name HOLDER / parents didn't NAME ME till I got OLDER

what if you told someone you liked their shoelaces while you were on your knees blowing them in a bathroom stall and they told you that they stole them from the president

I bring a real 'actually people who are pregnant do deserve some special consideration because they are effectively at least temporarily disabled if not permanently after some complications' vibe to the party that a lot of people don't seem to like

it's always "you gnawed off your own leg to escape like an animal caught in a trap" and never "why didn't anyone try to help you out of the trap" or "why weren't you provided with any other resources to escape the trap with except for your own teeth"