You mention to your co-workers that you think the bronze statue that you pass by everyday on your way to work is such an eyesore. Their only response is “What statue?”

you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.

lot of people commenting on this post like "who eats lunch at 4pm that's a terrible time to eat lunch" yes. that is the point. 4pm lunch is inadvisable. 4pm lunch is not the ideal. 4pm lunch makes the mind demons real.

HATE when you can't stand someone who is literally harmless. Like oh I'm the bitch here. I'm 100% in the wrong but nonetheless fuuuccckkk this guy

the beach that. makes you dead

There was really no winning that one

Who names their character Susan

I’m poisoning an enchanted crossbow, which I gave a nickname to so I wouldn’t accidentally sell it. The name of the weapon is “delicious quinoa, Susan”.

Fuck it up Father Julio

Yeah this is my wet hay perfume. this one’s my wet forest soil one, but then this other one is just plain wet soil. This one’s rotten citrus wet soil. That’s my fresh tennis ball one. Ohh and that one is supposed to represent the horrors of war lol

bullshit

come on man

we are fucked

SEIS fag sex? En esta economia?