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you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

i went at not writing island and saw all of you there

hope is a skill

hope is a weapon you are trained to wield

World Heritage Post

“You can’t fix him” I don’t wanna fix him! I wanna FUCK him! I’m a pervert not a psychologist!

sees a fic tagged "bad sex" and starts clapping and cheering

never ask a woman her age a man his salary your mutual how late it is in her timezone when she starts posting about that bisexual man

every year around late may, without fail, this post starts getting notes again . and my little wet raw chicken breast of a brain gets puzzled. because i forget that summer is , in fact. a yearly event

international cut your hair like your icon day how screwed are you 

international cut your hair like your icon day how screwed are you 

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

grab your nonbinary unspecified body part and do something vague to it

one of us always eat hot chip and the other one always lies