Sun

weighted blanket's not enough i need to be compressed by a hydraulic press

the classic trope of "what if you went to a town and it was weird" never fails

Is there something like this but in a Mexican scene? Like a dirt ass rancho?

At the local hamburger shop and they said yelled out “order 167!” And three middle school age kids yelled in perfect unison “ 6 7!” Life is sometimes so beautiful

If you reference 67 you deserve to be executed on the spot tbh

If I was king for a day the first thing I would do would be to sentence you to a life full of love and understanding.

me, haunted by yet another idea for a 250k fic i have neither the energy nor the free time for, but that shall rattle its chains at me for the foreseeable future nonetheless: i wish it had never come to me gandalf

i love megan thee stallion because well i have eyes and ears and a working brain