Thinkin' About The Time My Sibling Called My Saved Clothes Folder "Build-a-Gay: Make Your Own Homosexual"

I die on MY terms. NOT YOURS GOD.

poignant

give me a word and i’ll tell you not what it means but what it sounds like. example:

plethora. scientific word for a single sucker on a giant squid tentacle

WELL NOT ANYMORE I'M NOT

why’s this site so weird about horses? they’re just horses.

reblog to let him know that you love him

They could still be mean to me... I'd like the gift card though.

Part of me secretly believes that if I make a really, really good and perfect piece of art that it will prevent people from ever being mean to me again. They'll say, "Wait, aren't you the one that made the really, really good and perfect piece of art? I'm so sorry for what I said. I thought the art was so good. I wish I had never hurt your feelings, now that I realize you are the one who made the art. I also have decided to agree with your political opinions. Here's a gift card."

Hold on hoes, I think I might need to change my dosage. Apologies, we will resume this when I return.

Once I get my medication it's over for you hoes

We were cleaning the python's tank and I was holding him, and he went up my shirt, and needless to say, snake in boobs.

Once I invited someone over and she took one step inside, sniffed around, and said "wow. It smells like you in here".

I still don't know if that was a good thing or not.

God gave me terrible aim so I couldn't toss a basket ball into the heavens yelling headshot and kill him instantly.

Trying to make an american jiangshi by taping a mcdonalds receipt to the corpses forehead