me in five years when i still don’t have my life together:
It’s been 5 years.
i need to CHILL in a BOOK STORE and then CHILL in a CAFE and then CHILL at a MUSEUM and then CHILL at a PARK
“can mutuals dm you?” my mutuals can fire me from a cannon through a brick wall, looney tunes style. as long as we’re all having fun
I went to the forest that makes you have multiple pronouns and accidentally touched some poison ivy there
now I’m it/she
OH COME THE FUCK ON
This is your signal to let yourself write the deranged, uncomfortable, disgusting fiction that you’ve been thinking about.
Why Wayne got socks in the jacuzzi
those are his hooves you bitch
happy 10 years of those are his hooves you bitch
why the FUCK am i still on here