hand-me-down martyrdom

I'm **remembers i owe the public no personal information** 17cm tall

[AFTER REVEALING VERY TELLING PERSONAL INFO] But don’t read into that. let’s move along

im going to explode in the kiln

goddddd and i just UGH but also UGHHHHH and aughhhh.... oughhhhhhhhh...... ACK !!! and.... aghhhhhhhh. ughhhhh ! UGH !!!!! and i can't even because AGHHHHHHH. UGHHH

currently liking the character so much that all I can do is pace around my darkened house saying "they make me die"

if i dont respond to a message from you i can basically guarantee its not because i dislike you. im just getting attacked by imps and shit all the time genuinely.

boy i sure do love a character who is playing a Character. a character who you have to basically forcefully cut open to get a glimpse of who they actually are. bonus points if they themselves have no fucking clue because theyve been pretending for so long theyve forgotten who they are when theyre not

you can save someone by listening

a book should be $5 a little drink should be $2 and museum access should be free and all hours

"i ate too many cookies" is truly an ageless problem. an unlearnable lesson.

wound dressings and bandages are lingerie for the enlightened pervert