there’s ants on him

stop drinking beer with the deer and come have a cider with the spiderrrr

(writes something) god this sucks so bad. this is awful. i'm the worst writer ever. this is nothing. (rereads it a while after writing it) oh dude this is fire. i'm the god of writing. (writes something again) god this sucks so bad. th

(guy who tags every single post as the same exact character) you know who this post reminds me of?

sorry man im new to fleeting moments of clarity

crack the egg of sympathy and make the omelette of compassion

im so sorry that you're doomed by the narrative but i really need you to answer my message on Microsoft Teams

functionally suicidal character saying “I would die for you” to their significant other and its like. I get the sentiment, honey, but if a hot dog vendor told me he’d sell hot dogs for me, I wouldn’t feel very moved now would I

wound dressings and bandages are lingerie for the enlightened pervert