Bamboozle me

eating pussy before going to war is kinda crazy btw

Haunted by the thought that someone might gaze into my soul and unveil my yearning for gentle care.

She let me hit it because I solved her riddles three

I love love love fiction about how space travel, and the universe, is dangerous, and cold, and uncaringly vast, and so, so painfully empty and we humans make it just a bit better, the difference between zero and one, a tiny but comforting light in the dark. The Darkness Outside Us, Wolf 359, Citizen Sleeper, hell, that one SCP where they find the alien probe left in the Oort Cloud for a billion years. There’s something that melts my heart about staring at the void and holding someone’s hand.

life actually gets better when you leave the house consistently btw like im serious

every time my bf says “for the time being” i respond with “for the time bean” and then we say “all hail the time bean” and carry on the conversation like nothing happened

we need to talk about the being hungry to eating a food pipeline