I Dont Want A Fuck-buddy I Want A Fight-buddy Where We Mutually Consent To Occasionally Beating The Shit

mob from mob psycho 100 was in my dream and i told him i liked the cardigan he was wearing, called him a little guy, and patted his head

enduring a tummy ache is akin to fighting god

every day i resist the urge to chime into stranger’s conversations but man is it hard sometimes

@leathercircuits you are the realest motherfucker of them all

alt-right people love talking about being red-pilled as if the matrix wasn't every 4rd grader's bisexual awakening. like okay sure, if you're sooooo red-pilled why dont you want to make out with neo & trinity at the same time, like a real awakened red-pilled truth knower?

I was bored in class

i always turn off whatever music im playing before i go to the bathroom because i am deeply paranoid that i will unintentionally pavlov myself into pissing myself whenever i hear that song. anyway, piss freaks are welcome to use this as a convoluted fic premise if they want.

every day i die and then i am resurrected but i never come back quite right, this is why i am so fun and charming.

hate when letters from institutions and companies refer to me directly and by name. you do NOT know me like that.

save a spaceship, ride an astrophysisist

Whatever *sticks my dick in the gap between who you are and who you portray yourself as*