panic Mode 24/7

aye can i get uh………ingredients on my burger

beetroot?

you want beetroot?

you want fucking beet root?

ingredience

this post feels exactly like a conversation you would witness in a dream and think was completely normal and then wake up and think “what the fuck?” for a single millisecond and then immediately forget about completely

i got centipedes, got a lotta centipedes, got a lotta people tryna take away my centipedes

my names sweetie 3000 because the last 2999 sweeties were all destroyed

this is so late renaissance early mannerism. the controversial male nudity? the lighting and value on the figure of emphasis?? him bathed in light and placed ABOVE while the police are clad in dark and BELOW?? Uh HES HITTING THE CONTRAPPOSTO??

I am so sick and tired of having to charge stuff every day of my miserable life!! My phone, my watch, my headphones, my vibrator, my backup vibrator, my emergency vibrator, the ancient cursed amulet of darkness that whispers to me....it's too much!!!