GrandWizardLilius

In my mind it’s always girls and cars and sun and sand and bitchin tunes and pizza parties pool parties. But then there’s the evil flaming skull

all my haters become tomaters in my lovely summer garden

NO DAD, air brushing unlicensed images of spongebob smoking weed on to t-shirts and selling them at a boardwalk was YOUR DREAM. i'm going to be a PROJECT MANAGER.

Many aspects of Americanism are contemptible and grotesque but not God’s glorious favorite sandwich the PB&J

they call me George on account of my W Bush

Just because I smoke the cheapest, most dirt laced, stem packed and weed wacked, dried Oregano shred ass, autumn coloured trench shit. That pre milled into fucking corn meal type dispo scrap crap. Doesn't mean I'm less worthy of love.

I was born under an old board and I ate loam to grow to 1 inch long

quarters are insane. 4 of them is one real money? what the hell

shout out to marshy boardwalk, gotta be one of my fav genders

reminder to worldbuilders: don't get caught up in things that aren't important to the story you're writing, like plot and characters! instead, try to focus on what readers actually care about: detailed plate tectonics

this account is a safe space for evil women seeking revenge. you are loved and seen

"being trans is a choice" do you honestly think i would CHOOSE to get gender euphoria from wearing knee-length basketball shorts?? that's humiliating

We need more butch4butch cowboy media