The Obbsessor

listen i consider myself an empathic person but after a certain point i get sick of other people’s problems. my friend is always talking about how the jewel-eyed skull on their mantlepiece is tormenting them w its sinister beauty and im over it. like dude i don’t want to talk about this anymore. get rid of the fucking skull

you’ are biased against my skull

i’m not having this argument again man

Victorian children making creepypastas be like Benjamin Drownsworthy doth reside within mine copy of hoop and stick

her eyes were the sickly green of the sky before a tornado, and to his horror he discovered she could throw cows around just as easily

to his horror? weak shit. outta my way gayboy im boutta get it

no matter how bad you think you are at sex, you are not as bad at it as SUPER MARIO

I went to twink island and you wouldn't guess who was there

can you give me the coordinates