frock

OWCA deadass said “yo Heinz we’re sending a platypus to kick your ass. his name is Perry xoxo”

I hate how in-character this is

What the fuck am I looking at

blanket from hell, texture made of evil

Hate for these consumes me always… they feel like someone wove fiberglass into fake wool. If they brush against your skin it’s like your epidermis is being dragged behind a horse over a field of prickly pears.

no offense to me or anything but what the fuck am i actually doing

something tumblr user meanplastic would eat

wait this fly in my room kinda thick wtf ? 👀

hey do you take constructive criticism on your posts

no

*exports you as a jpeg* *and turns the quality waaaaay down*

ur in her dms im tied to her ritualistic altar we are not the same

Yeah bc you're a virgin

I am reminded of a film about a young man who comes upon a rat in the streets of Paris. This rat is special; he has been gifted with a talent for the culinary arts. He transcends his station as vermin. Yet he is cursed to live a half life, his greatest talent confined to the kitchen in which he will never be welcome. Yet he strives to live; he conducts himself through the young man, concealed within the chef’s toque. The man becomes marionette to the rat - yet the rat himself is puppet to the whims of his own ability, unable to find significance in the simplicity of his species’ station. In the end, it is only the food which escapes the cruel influence of obligation. It is constituted not by what it must do, but only by what it has always been. Tell me, Will, are you the rat? The young man, controlled? Or are you, perhaps… the food?

sorry i was late i can’t conceptualize time