well it's not a handshake

sex position: you, sitting on your throne. me, standing behind you, resting my arm on the back of your throne and sniling so sneetly at your ministers like i have any right to be there

when someone calls me their friend my heart skips a beat it’s like i won at being myself

i think all rpf is justified because rpf doesn’t come from nowhere. they were doing something to deserve it

All mutuals who understand my grand vision shall be entombed with me within my mausoleum if I ever happen to die

being called an old soul when you were kid and knowing you just got diagnosed as a weird cunt

if i was in an alien movie i'd be luring the xenomorph into a hot wok and adding chili, garlic, ginger, shaoxin wine, scallions, white pepper and sesame oil