Not Quite Dead Enough

the problem is i really do love staying up until one billion o'clock. it just cant be helped

never take for granted the moments when you’re not nauseous

hey girl. you can call me taylor farms lettuce. cause i'm trying to blow that ass out from coast to coast

"we detected a mature post" yeah I'm in my 30s

put me in ur discord server so i can feel bad about never talking in there

Everyone say thank you sanitation workers we owe you our lives sanitation workers

The key to writing good fanfiction is to harbor a deeply humiliating desire, and the trick there is that even pretty basic and societally-accepted desires like “being held” and “being wanted” CAN and WILL be humiliating if they’re intense enough. Become so estranged from human connection that the idea of someone playing with your hair fills you with yearning so deep you feel like you’re going to throw up and you will write some banger fanfiction. It might have some other consequences too but idrk about that.

you see that man as a stern daddy dom. i see him as a pathetic wet dish rag ready to be wrung out. we are not the same (but we are still brothers in arms).