大好きな君に届けたいよ！

she’s gonna get flagged

who

the nipple reading this

Inky, that did NOT go in the direction I thought it was going.

women are harpies that are stealing my Man Strength in order to make themselves stronger.  I saw one woman who had done this five times, and could now bench-press more than me in the gym.  Terrifying.

when a man loves a man they have infinite strength, but when a woman loves a woman they have no weaknesses. chose wisely…

The Unstoppable Gay meets the Immovable Lesbian.

you have to be kind to children and mindful during your interactions with them and that fact is completely unrelated to trans exclusionary radical feminism

gay culture is silently tolerating your straight friends being attracted to the ugliest human beings you have ever seen in your goddamn life

Artists are so… Amazing

what’s the mood… for april?

I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. A guy asked me what the Spanish word for tortilla was once and now I dream of kissing him under the moonlight

Putting ur phone face down on the table at family events is gay culture

my perfect crime? I memorize the entirety of the macy’s store inventory. I then go on aliexpress.com and find exact replicas of every single purse in the store. I break in at 3am, and replace every purse with a cheaper version of the purse. I take my real purses home and open up an online store on the darknet featuring fake purses. I then sell these real purses as fake purses, making it so that when the feds catch on to my antics, they spend countless years trying to figure out who can replicate purses this well, and who is selling them. Soon an entire division of the FBI is dedicated to finding me and figuring out how my “fake” purses appear to be real. 45 years later they finally trace my ip address and break into my villa in texas and shoot me right in the leg when i attempt to flee. While this would normally not be a fatal wound, due to my constant devotion to my online fake real purse storefront i have suffered an iron deficiency for 35 years. My blood can’t clot and I start to bleed out. Turns out the woman who shot me was a girl who i made out with once in college, and she holds my dying body in her arms and asks me how my fake purses were so real. I spend the last moments of my fleeting life telling her about how every five years i break into a different Macy’s and replace all the purses, and that the purses I have been selling online for a severely discounted price were actually all real, and I have been doing this purely for the gag of it all. When my former college girlfriend gets home from work after rightfully murdering me for my crimes, she goes into her walk in closet, looks at the 13 gucci purses she owns, and realizes that they’re all fakes.

this passed the bechdel test