you can hit it raw, i’ve got an IED
you have a wha
Begging everyone on the internet to stop smoothing out their middle aged men and draw wrinkles for the love of god I promise it's so fun you'll love it Come into my wine cellar
no.
Did you just DeWalt my fucking white
hey sexy what time do you plan on being done grieving
oh, honestly I was planning on reopening the same wounds again and again and again and again and again and again and again
hootin is a gateway drug to hollerin
pinned forever in my heart
the context makes it even better
been reposting my tumblr posts on bluesky. don't tell those chumps i'm feeding them my leftovers lmao
have you ever shipped something so hard that you become irrationally happy and make a sound akin to steam escaping from a kettle everytime they so much as stand next to eachother
[grandma voice] back in my day, sonny, we called it “squeeing”.
think about your blorbos ON THE CLOCK