who are you, really?

they call me the fact checker the way I always go “hang on. let me look this up” mid conversation

god i hate knowing i have stuff to do it's like bearing a curse

every time I fumble w my phone’s charger cable I think about emailing steven moffat a pipe bomb

I am not the divine masculine or the divine feminine I am the divine comedy and you will address me as such

pronouns: hee/hee

"how does judaism exist in this fantasy world" dont overthink it. let me do the overthinking

"why does fantasy christianity exists in those 839384747437 fantasy worlds" is also a question worth asking

I love the implication of a car jesus

Prius Christ

im still stuck imagining the carcifixion

i like that the bulletproof glass implies the attempted assasination of the car pope

its like the old saying goes: "jack off all trades, masturbate nuns" or somethingg likethat

testosterone should be sold by the gallon for cheap at every costco. a buck fifty. like the hot dog

on the phone with god rn to make sure im not on his “strongest warriors” list again for 2024

hozier (2014) being hozier’s debut album is fucking nuts like… take me to church?? from eden?? work song?? like real people do?? it will come back?? foreigner’s god?? cherry wine?? SEDATED?? what the fuck??

I love it when people use "shrimp" to mean "beyond the human range". like "shrimp colors" but applied to other things. "shrimp emotions" "shrimp sounds" "shrimp morality", as if shrimp are living some kind of transcendent existence that humans can never comprehend

may your 2024 be vampiric and homoerotic