toby toad

He hasn't been the same since saying good night. He's since been laying there for hours in the dark, not looking or hearing... Sometimes I hear him shuffle slightly.

we’re up all night to get yucky

[deeply concerned] whose pussy is this?

Peeling the lid off of a yogurt and it's a big spiral staircase going down forever

it's disorienting when you beat me with a shovel

pussy understander so they call me cliterate

stove top role playing game

when the flavours get to know each other

not my labyrinth not my minotaur

bread so tasty. bread so nice. toast it once. toast it twice.

toast three times. it turns to coal. burning toast is not my goal.

I've been melting dogs down to make this thing called dog metal