some kind of pim related crisis

who are your parasocial enemies, like mine are andrew lloyd webber and butch hartman

I’m literally in my beast form going to bed

Stop calling the crumbs shit. None of you realize how hard it is to photoshop crumbs falling mid-air via a birds-eye perspective. They don't just have 'mid-air granola crumbs' on google, no one has ever thought of photographing that before. I had to color a bunch of boulders brown. I had to find images of various boulders and color them brown, whnich yeah, when I say it out loud, does make it sound like a funny euphemism for shit, but it's really more of a light brown color and it took a lot of time and effort, so stop.

my amazing digital clit

at the club no drinks.in.fully stone cold sober: what if thsre was a secret city

Face twists with bravery as a chill runs through the air We have to find it.

We have to find it

have you ever sorted shapes and colors with your life on the line

my dream is to learn 1 dark truth

(violently jerking the steering wheel) my car swerves like crazy when i do this