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me if i was lobsta 🦞 monday

hey, listen. I don't care about any of that, okay? I'm going to destroy you.

you can post on tumblr even when you're trying to take a break from social media it literally doesn't count. it's like pepsi max, or pescatarianism

You know that thing would eat you if you died, right? *pointing to the false image of you that others perceive*

I will lock in tomorrow like nobody has ever locked in before

whatever.

i dont caaaaaare

google search how to make someone explode

masking

I've been playing Silksong and my love for Hornet burns brighter day by day. She'll meet a stranger on the road, politely introduce herself, and tell them gravely and sincerely that she's concerned for their safety in this dangerous land, and that she hopes they keep well. And then she'll take out a fantasy 4Loko from under her cloak, chug the whole thing, crush the can against her forehead, and fling herself off of a cliff into the subterranean lair of Mother Fucker Unlimited, a monster six times her size, slaughter him and a dozen of his most annoying friends, black out, wake up an hour later on the cold ground, drag herself back up onto her feet, and do it all again.

feels like im always recovering. when do i get to live

"it's okay to rest for as long as you need from burnout" how long is it actually going to take though. there's stuff i wanna do.

Bet it feels good as fuck to be a cat making biscuits

Person who wants to do stuff trapped in a body that needs to lie down

rb to give your mutuals a silly little paper valentine card and a red heart shaped lollipop 💖

i love to quit things and leave situations and end circumstances. like actually i can just go