*fucknasty pervert thoughts*

Lesbian girl named Rock Papers who....well, you'll never guess what she does

a meba 🦠 is almost like a really really small anermal but not quite

casting spell of : i dont think that's true

i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know

"what's going on in that head of yours?" nothing i want to be a part of

(guy who's not getting anything done voice) I need to learn every skill and all information

hey does anyone have that poem. about the author seeing two boys cuddling on a hotel lobby couch, where he refers to it as something like an island of safe anonymity or smth. its been 5000 years my college boyfriend had it written out and pinned to his wall

Doing weird stretches in your room is so important.

i have wild sentences roaming through me at all times

if you aren't best friends with your lover and a little bit in love with all your friends than what's the fucking point