The Enemy Flirts With Tigers

god its 10 pm whats next 11 pm

well guess what just fucking happened

oh no!!!

my ribcage split open, revealing a grotesque, vertical maw, slavering and bleeding, with uneven rows of jagged and splintered ribs for teeth!!!

and prom is TOMORROW!!!

rock that shit babe!!!!

*gets caught pickpocketing cos i keep saying ‘yoink’ outloud when i do it*

strawberry milk don’t taste like strawberry but it sure as hell tastes like pink

tea

girl it’s milk

me and my mutuals

the river styx

tfw you can’t say sike 😔🙏

If i ever space out just know that this is what’s on my mind

The further they get the more I trust him

Hot take: on a scale of nerd vs jock, LARPing is a more jockish activity then fantasy football.

everyone is tough until Iroh starts singing Leaves From the Vine.

Yeah now this is a post alright

i want my house to be made of old soviet control boards

this post contains such high concentrations of joy that i one day hope to feel

remember eating out? remember that