Most self-depricative god, a glutton with terrible object permanence, an idealist with the attention span of a dead snail, a walking juxtoposition.
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so glad the ghoul boys realised ryan can carry shane, this is a great new era of their content
Bo Burnham is awfully reminiscent of Vincent Van Gohg, if you know, you know
I shouldn't have to be my own apologist. YOU shouldn't have to be your own apologist. Therefore, you either don't need to be sorry or it's time for some introspection. Pretty sure it's the former if I'm on your dash
I AM ACE! I AM MAD!! UNRELATED?
mildly
HOWEVER!! I am also a massive slut.
Amen.
the phrase "too good to be true" right? That's kinda fucked up
like set the bar first before saying reckless shit like that. "too good" what's that constitute?
happyness pretty shure
we're good now, America, but jeez Louise, have a metric system standard or somethin, or else blokes like me'll get a complex but, wrong
Day tenty of college:
I am running out of clothes.
It's a real damper on my hamper.
I've sinned once (1) now.
My only crime was rhyme.
I've sinned twice (2) now.
🎵two asexuals sittin on a couch🎵
🎶e i e i- wait that's the wrong song
bruh, ya boi still a Child and the jury already found my ass
(fr, gonna be 18 four days before I'm scheduled to serve)
Happy Pride Month 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
fuck I forgot I'm neurodivergent and according to Some people, my thank you cards are "too intense"
THE VOID IS ANGERY
It's a void. And the void Screams.
Eons may pass before I next lay eyes on you, My love. You, however, I know shall see me soon. You know naught the pain Of the wait To see you again. My love, I am blessed only in the knowledge that I hold the power to remain for you— That I do indeed have an eternity
And the patience to fill it.
My love, I rejoice at your departure now Only because I know, in my heart, That we will have many Stories to share when I next See you again. Though I may weep in the Interim, know that, My love, know that I weep not to hold you here.
Go travel the stars, My love, And bring their stories back to me. Allow me to bask in their glory With you. You shall see me soon, My love, And I shall wait the eons until I See you again.
I love the “behind/under how many things Shane will crunch/hide” theme of behind scenes photos of Puppet History
thanksgivingggg!!! You know what That means!!?!!! *the horrors of historical genocide mixed with divorcee parents* Pecan Pie!!!
fr, have a happy holiday, enjoy the day but remember those lost along the way
Jack the Ripper or something idk I watched Buzzfeed True Crime
Every time, usually for a specific person, I try to quantify and determine just how much I love them, every time, and I don't know exactly how to describe it, but all my thoughts are filled with wiggly emotion symbols, my lips and front teeth press together, and I just go still as a statue while my eyes fill with tears. Cause I can't comprehend it, that trying to causes my body to shut down since the numbers don't make sense. Just, what I'm trying to say, the love is so big and vast, but it's also contained within me? When I think of loving you I think of smiling at you each morning before work, I think of blanket piled on the couch until they get piled on the floor because I'm a furnace. It's just so. So. I'm tearing up again. It's just how it is. There's so much to comb through to understand it when accepting it at face value is enough to have it matter. I just love. So. Oxygen evades me not because I'm choked up but because I hold my breath forgetting to breathe. It's the emotion of an apology? But I didn't break anything. The universe is so big. I accept it. It won't acknowledge me but I know it wraps around. I can call it an embrace regardless. It feels like one anyway. It's so vast. It can comprehend love, can quantify it. So just take the universe's word for it if mine doesn't make sense. I love you in a way English forgot.
Don't condemn me with your own sins and not expect swift retribution.
"Did it hurt... when you fell from heaven?"
......"You trying to insinuate I look like a fuckin demon, Todd??"
I have a theory, and, while admittedly still just a theory, I think this baby could definitely hold water. You see, when I was a baby, whatever God was graced with the gift of drafting me to the human race, they noticed that my big balls energy was just so incredibly Massive and Big, that the only possible human organ they could resemble the was tits! So that's lead us to our current predicament of my Big Balls (conveniently disguised as titties so as not to astonish the humans) causing me Extreme Little Ball Dysphoria (there aren't any where there should be). So, while I appreciate the effort of masking my Ginormous Ball Energy, gOd, how dare you royally screw me with badonkers I never desired.
Divergent except factions are decided by which Little Debbie snack is your favorite
The iHop logo is an eldrich demon. Look at that. That is a creature devoid of love. He will eat you, not because he feeds on your flesh but because he feeds on your screams.
My recovery was everything but swift but now, now I'm ready to challenge that which dared ail me.