repressed blogging

if i could jerk you off through likes and reblogs i would. never doubt that

I’m going to die today

Sometimes the smallest thing can rewrite the trajectory of your life. For example: the reason I could only think about Dragon Ball Z for five years of my mortal life is I attended a local theater one-act play based on Waiting for Godot where Vegeta and Frieza were fighting on namek and waiting for Goku. It was so good it rewrote my brain chemistry permanently

Vegeta's growing despair contrasted with Frieza's dispassionate apathy. Desperately trying to ignore the growing realization that Goku might never arrive, might not even exist. The spirit Halloween costumes blending seamlessly with the truly sensitive emotional acting. I would give anything to attend again but there will never be another run

I forgot a really important element of this, which is that the actors for Vegeta and Freeza had heelies on the whole time to suggest flying

hey man I found a piece of your soul stuck in the text messages of old friends you don’t speak to anymore. do you want it back

y’know when you’ve done smth embarrassing and you just have to sit and hear white noise in your ear while ur brain is trying to process what you just did

a couple days ago a customer at work tried to get hand sanitizer but it shot across the counter and i said “oh no you’re squirting all over your pretty feet” without thinking

you can literally get gender changers for like $3

Reblog if you got a gender changer for like $3

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