fuxking straight up yo

Mosquito sonas !!@!

tbh i think there are no stupid names. my boyfriend is bread and my closest friend is executioner. u have got to stop caring about what people are called and u have to do it now.

Hi im executioner

the enlightened pervert can look beyond kink to find meaning. and then get horny about the meaning instead.

finally started reading fight club the book and the VERY FIRST solid 15ish pages were full of so much phallic gun-in-mouth imagery that it was almost mindboggling to read. Wasting absolutely No time. i don’t even Have to stretch this to find homoerotic subtext and here i thought the movie was gay enough

I am no better than a cis man because I, too, entirely missed the point of Fight Club. I think forming a boot camp for trans men to beat the snot out of each other in an abandoned basement to build brotherhood while me and the hallucination of my idealized self run a gray market t-gel homebrewing operation sounds fucking awesome.

Can I please join-

hey. good luck with everything, okay? [cutting the rope connecting your boat to the dock] just good luck. [starts pushing your boat further towards the stream] just have a good luck out there

[not noticing I'm drifting out to sea] Meow meow meow meow! Meow meow meow~

good luck! good luck!

in the social desert of suburbia you take all the signs of human habitation you can get. lately ive been napping out on the porch and the experience is so divine. just the noise of a couple guys having a conversation across the street is like a beautiful symphony when youre perverted about such things