No you won’t ever be exactly the same again and that’s fine, actually.

I’m assuming you’re talking about the ‘died and came back different’ thing?

No, I’m talking about the mundane horror of existing as a human being.

The Last Of Us really makes me want to get back in the fanfic bag, but like I haven’t written anything in quite literally a decade yikes 

No because I’m quite literally in the middle of a Narcos episode and I just got hit with a bit of inspo and I’m free writing a little Javi Pena type beat? Wow this is crazy like I said haven’t written any type of anything in so fucking long. 

There is no slut shaming in this house, only slut encouragement

The reading comprehension and overall common sense on this website is piss poor.

how dare you say we piss on the poor

happy ten years of pissing on the poor

Damn what if you told your dad he mispronounced a word during a zoom meeting and he disowned you for embarrassing him and told you you were only welcome back home if you found bigfoot so you spend three years travelling the world to find bigfoot but along the way you become friends with bigfoot and teach him how to fight so he beats up your dad for you

like i’m ever going to let some absolute godless pervert see the bottom half of my face ever again. in a TARGET, no less

you want to see my chin so bad, huh? my mouth? nose? want me to rawdog the air? freak

It’s about a year later, we’re not together and didn’t even have a proper break up because he was an immature, alcoholic piece of shit. Blocked and I haven’t looked back lmao