syreni lacrimae

today i am thinking about Holly who in 5th grade loaned me her Garfield comic books on which she had drawn a cock and balls on every Garfield and Odie in the entire book

please excuse my dog's awesome slacks

girl is that a knife in your hand or are you jerking off your sharp detachable penis in my stomach

what do you mean you havent used mindfulness techniques to accept the state of the torture labyrinth as is yet. its like youre not even trying

points at your future self you know that thing would eat you if you were you were you

it tastes good so it's fine.

does anyone like me and want to understand me

I'm really trying hard to be a "It's everyone's first time learning something everyday" kind of guy but also if you don't know shit and you know you're, for whatever reason, a person who doesn't have context about something, why fucking talk. Like why are you talking. If you know you don't know what's being discussed why are you opining about it and getting confused when everyone is like, shut your empty headed mouth for the love of god? Are you ALSO learning for the first time that this is insufferable?? As though half the time these people aren't also insufferable pedants who'd blow a gasket if someone started talking about their loser hobbies wrong

has anyone considered that it was probably her house too. where else was she supposed to put her chintz?

Doomed siblings have me on a chokehold in a way no trope can ever achieve. Something so gut wrenchingly beautiful about two kids going through unimaginable trauma and coming out damaged forever. I always eat it up. Maybe they stay together and find solace only in each other, used and kicked out by society! Maybe they end up on opposite sides of the war! Maybe they end up betraying one another! Maybe one of them dies haunting the narrative forever! Maybe one of them destroys the world for the other! So many endless tragic possibilities!