Why, this is Hell, nor am I out of it.

it's September it's halloween

(Tune of blackbird) Mr. Beast smile in the dead of night

Million dollar, curing all the blind

Me: *winks at the sky* for the aliens

tbh if someone just handed me a pressure washer and set me loose in the streets i would go into a trance and just start hosing shit down indiscriminately. it's not a question of how much i could clean, but how long until i get hit by a car and die

scooby doo taught us that the real monster was daphne for keeping a smooth talking limp wrist twunk like fred in a straight relationship when he was born to cruise literally designed to suck and fuck

I can fix him [drill sound] [screaming] [chainsaw revving]

i have a rare form of synesthesia where i can hear music

i honestly love destroying the sanctity of marriage between a man and woman