its been 84 years

For Sale: Baby Shoes. Heavy wear, almost as if the baby had been hiking.

no fucking awoo. no awoo right now. its late. its not awoo time. its sleeping time. go the fuck to bed.

every fucking night, without fail, this post i made abt my dog gets mass reblogged by furries (and/or blorbo fans). and thats ok but i need ppl to know this is happening to me 

i've had enough of being so brave about it i want to start screaming

*voice of someone craving even the tiniest sliver of control* i could make a spreadsheet,

the most sexual emotion a man can feel is fear

Now why would Tumblr user twinktorturer say something like this

ever since i was a little girl i knew i was doomed to take things too seriously and think about them forever

some fandom disagreements are like "I see your point but I think this other aspect of the narrative is more significant," and some are like "I don't think you can read."

one time at a funeral i panicked and said the first drink i could think of and the bartender made me the pina colada With all the fixings all the trims all the bells and whistles i didnt even ask imagine youre at a funeral and the person besides you is drinking a pina colada with whip cream as tall as the drink with a cherry and an umbrella, thats what happened to me

I would immediately suspect you to be the whimsical assassin who killed them

So no one told you life was gonna be this way *Phantom of the Opera overture*

on your what

tmi doesn't exist to me. I love information

*banging my head against the wall* i have so much love to give