Dress me up and Watch me die

I hate existing and taking up physical space, I hate that people can see me, I hate having to constantly account for my body language out of self consciousness, if I could just live in another plane of existence as a spectator that occasionally interacts with reality when I’m in the mood that would be ideal

This is what invasive thoughts look like

I’ve been listening to the front bottoms all night and by far my favorite lyric are “you were my girl, you were my baby, YOU WERE MY HOMEMADE MASHED POTAOES BISCUITS AND GRAVY”

I want my husband to have this accent

alright, that’s fine, that’s pretty con-fucking-venient 

mountain dew doesn’t feel like a soda you can order at a restaurant. you can’t sit down at a restaurant, ask for a mountain dew, and then sip it out of a glass cup. it’s like you either have to get it at taco bell or you have to get a 2 liter of it and drink it right from the bottle. there are no other options for mountain dew. 

this is literally how teenagers talk irl

honestly “i’ll do whatever you want” “then perish” is the single most powerful exchange possible in the english language and it’s from some bizarre “hewwo” obama rp

And there was that other post where someone dreamt that Obama said “violence for violence is the rule of beasts” like what is it about Obama that makes people come up with such raw fucking dialogue for him

my mother had a dream where he lived in the forest and she had a cigarette with him and he said “to become god is the loneliest achievement of them all” and put it out and walked into the mist and i’ve never fucking forgotten that

Reboot this post to be blessed with dream Obama’s wisdom

blue-flavored candy is always the best flavor of candy like what the fuck. blue raspberries aren’t even a thing. we’re literally eating the color blue as a flavor and it’s fucking magical.