elvfes

hmmmmm.... this shitpost from a user i dont know seems like a warm, safe place to lay an overshare egg 🥚

texting everyone in my friends list “see what happens when you disobey me?” when the eclipse starts

you are my friend and to some extent the altar upon which i mount my guilt

you are my friend and to an increasing extent the saviour i worship

you are my friend and i hope something ruins you before i do

Your father use to roleplay as a tape worm for my pleqsure

hope he did a good job at least. Didn't embarrass the whole family.

He strutted his shit kinda

your 20s are about elves, your 30s are about continued meditations on the elf

when the persona you made eats you; when the performance youve been putting on eats you; when the name they gave you eats you; when the image people made of you eats you; when the role you were assigned eats you; when the you that other people see or even made for you or you made for them takes over the you that you know and eats you alive.

the generational gap between me and the people my age who were allowed to watch spongebob