i know i’m a bad poet, but i’m a good man

*coughs blood* youre all just jealous of my wound. yuore trying to make me get rid of it because you wish you had a wound this cool

nip over to troy, bit of rough and tumble, big horse, bish bash bosh, back home to ithaca. simple as

the society that separates its gamers from its scholars will have its gaming done by fools and its thinking by noobs

bro said he was beleaguered i was like well look what has beset you

goo goo dolls if they were in dune: and i don’t want the worm to see me

The Masc of Amontillado

[id: a photo of a bricked-over entrance with “men” engraved in the archway over it /end id]

ID: a drawing from the hips up of a Black half-elven person in intricate silver plate armor riding a horse. They have brown skin, short locs, and pointed ears. Delicate engravings can be seen on the armor. End ID.

[recommending something i sincerely love] ok so the thing about it is it kinda sucks

if i was a white woman who lived in a big single family house that i owned id love to get really paranoid and drop wine glasses at the slightest noise, and pick up a kitchen knife all shaky while my home security i pay $125 a month for goes off because my shit ass kid forget to enter the passcode for the THIRD time this month TANNER!!!! youre making mommys nerves shot to hell! And then i drink my third glass of white wine

id also love to make tanner sweep up the broken glass and then when he misses huge chunks under the toekick id step on them and have a huge screaming meltdown and then my husband shows up and touches my foot but not with the tenderness that made me fall in love with him i feel his callouses and its not charming its horrible god its horrible and i silently sob for the rest of the night

[id: orange text reading 'gay garfield' above a drawing of garfield reclining on his side with a thought bubble that reads 'mmm... lasagna... and cock!' /end id]