random acts of chaos

i’m getting tired of reblogging images on here someone fall in love with me

its interesting being a weird autistic tranny as a kid and letting yourself get accustomed to the idea that youre just some magically antisocial loser who is "introverted" and is happy being alone and then you grow up and realize that actually you love being social you love hugs you love going out and hate being alone you just hated all of the social opportunities available to you growing up so much you let yourself romanticize solitude as a slightly less miserable state than interacting with people

Your heart is not true enough to enter the gates of Margaritaville

Imagine the level of whimsy I could reach if I just had $5M in my bank account rn

would be cool if you could make anonymous posts. like anon asks but they go on the dashboard for all your followers to see but they don’t know it’s you unless they piece it together. and by cool I mean horrible. and by horrible I mean kinda cool.

I think I need to get more piercings

is there anything worse than accidentally putting on the non-explicit version of an album? where is my beloved wife fuck and my beautiful daughter cunt?

imagine, if you will, elon musk getting flattened by a runaway cybertruck

depressed in my room pumping out those 0-noters like its 2017

“but that’s neither here nor there” well where is it then.

my neighbors have had horses the entire time ive been alive and im still startled when i see them taking one on a walk. girl your dog is big as fuck and weird looking also

i fw you most ardently