In the name of the faggot, the dyke, and the holy tranny, I bless you. Go forth my child, and have as much gay sex as possible

as a child being told "the moon controls the tides" with no additional explanation was like. oh okay. you want me to believe in magic? you're talking about magic right now? okay. fine

Our age of strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is collapsing

that’s really great man

Yeah that’s really cool, I wish I had three weed smoking girlfriends, I’m happy for you

black mold and lead can’t affect me because i’m pure of heart

Until death, all defeat is psychological.

imagine giving head for the first time and you feel your cutie mark coming in. and it’s teeth

The feeling you have evoked is their use

you seem avoidant for a girl who’s so hungry to experience the full breadth of human connection

the problem is i really do love staying up until one billion o'clock. it just cant be helped