people will say “they’re only friends” and then show me two people who would crawl through broken glass to hear the other laugh once. two people who have memorized each other’s coffee orders, fears, childhood stories, and emergency contacts. two people who would haunt each other’s houses as ghosts. be serious.

good morning to the beaten and the damned only

having a best friend who meets your level of freak is unmatched. you present them with the most unhinged, deeply buried thought from the depths of your psyche and instead of blinking blankly they just go "oh absolutely"—and I think that mutual brain rot like that is the highest form of intimacy actually.

this shit sucks. wish bulbasaur was real . 

DEPLOY THE BOY

no thoughts. head full of nier automata ost

Ok. Who wants to see him? I need to know.

Him??

I NEEDED to see him