(sobs knowingly)

Alright tell me in the tags, what’s Your Poem? That poem you heard once and it has dwelt within you ever since?

my teeth were perfectly designed to tear abd rend the soft white flesh of the gentle beast known as the mozzarella

*goes to Coachella in a white linen suit like an antebellum lawyer, sweating profusely and dabbing at my forehead with a handkerchief* now, I’m no fancy scientist, but would you folk know where a simple gentleman such as myself could obtain some acid? Now, I’m no big city lawyer, but could any of you fine youths point a country boy such as myself in the direction of some fucking acid?

(to the tune of valjean’s soliloquy) what have i done / sweet jesus what have i done / become a pink pony girl / and now i dance at the club

(to the tune of pink pony club) g-d what have you done / become a thief in the night / and a dog on the run oh mama

"get home safe" is a spell and i am casting it on all of you ✨

happy pride