Don't mind my butt

computer throw a brick at this guy

noooo dont turn off your phone im literally inside it

When someone tells me I look tired I don't get offended I'm like thank you for noticing my anguish

everyone should have randomass hockey players to dislike. who didnt even really do anything wrong to you. just a guy you look at and think what a bum. why? just for fun.

I don't have a morning routine. I wake up on straight survival mode.

oh you’re yanking my chain? yank harder

nobody else doing it like me. particularly because the way i’m doing it is needlessly difficult

(flirting) i could be your problem

Men should be soaked in blood and miserable more

when im an obsessive perverted freak but its ok bc my heart is pure

the author’s thinly veiled nothing #notwriting #straightupnotwritingit

hate it when you see something in media that has great kink potential so you skedoodle post-haste to ao3 only to discover there's none fic left beef and then you have to sit there going oh I see I'M the pervert weirdo I'M the problem with society and everyone else in the world is going to heaven with a hundred innocence dollars preloaded onto their ole fashioned wholesome funtimes themepark fast pass card like fuckin oath man

#particularly when its something you're not even actually into but its just so Obvious how could it Not be on ao3#but then it isnt. do you have a duty to place the fic in its rightful ecological niche just because you have the vision?#do you have to track down a perv of the appropriate disposition and gift it to them?#do you leave well enough alone even though you can See the absence like a wound in the side of Truth?

Having a blorbo is SO wonderful bc you get free joy for thinking about them being happy but also free joy for thinking about them being miserable. No losing