Babe Wanna Push This Boulder Up This Hill With Me?

showin up to the function with 17 rounds of chemotherapy

the good ending

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

we run this block, got the steel on

fits to sick, know the plague comin’ on

let’s go — minstrel barnabus!

knights gettin raptured

priests be embattled

dick so divine it’s part of the papacy

haters crusading

damsels be chasing’

god i’m so royal they call me ur majesty

but it’s much more than noise (uh)

my swordplay got poise (uh)

if you siege my castle, know you best watch out for the boys (uh)

(etc.)

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prometheus, waking up for his shift at the liver-getting-torn-out factory: i think i’ll go out for some drinks later

“still crazy” has wonderful emotional lyrics and then an absolutely toe-curling sax solo. that’s S tier stuff right there.

Paul Simon will write some gut-wrenching bars about love and loss and the next verse will be like “so I’m a-walkin’ down the street”

brb gonna drink glow stick sauce and break my arm to see if it glows

puttin on that thrift store lingerie to satisfy my olfactory needs.

she X on my D till i rawr

damn shawty my understanding of ur meta cognitive process requires a bespoke model.

Your blog really runs on the logic of unfunny + head/getting head/life changing head = funny. (I think you should check your maths)

when she sends you hate mail <<333