nervous bisexual laughter

when i was a kid i had moments of being so fucking diabolical because i realized at some point the best way to leverage power over my family was to do shit that would make everybody late

5th grade was the last time I wore a dress for school pictures. When my parents attempted to force the issue for 6th grade, I climbed onto our roof and pulled the ladder up after me. My dad borrowed the neighbors ladder. As soon as it touched the roof I pulled it up too. By the time I had 3 ladders they were willing to negotiate, and 2 hours late for work.

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They Throw These at me Because I am so Beautiful and a Star.

when someone calls me their friend my heart skips a beat it’s like i won at being myself

if somone made pixel art of mulch id be very happy boy

throwback to the time i didn’t realize that mulch was the name of someone’s fursona

weird creepy girls i support u

i love people so much that im trying to be one myself. its a bit crazy, i know…

I firmly believe that Miss Holloway still won’t be happy after undoing the deal. I think she could easily die before she even has the chance to enjoy it. But my preferred situation is that she stays alive long enough to realize that she has no idea to be a person anymore and it’ll make her miserable. She assumed that undoing her deal would make everything fall into place, but it’s never that simple.

ooo yes. it’s like,,, she spent the majority of her existence fighting for her feeedom, and once she finally has it… what now? like congrats! your dream came true! you can live a normal life! but can you truly call it living when you have nothing to live for?