Tire Dragons are my favorite magical beasts.

joy is stored in the tire monster!

can we nominate him for the Darwin award

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling

kink: deleting someone’s pointless comment by reblogging the post from the same person they did

I mean, that’s censorship but okay.

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ok I endured it. now what!!!!!!!!!

All men are not the same, they're all disappointing in their own unique way