I was super exhausted And I did that thing where I imagine things, and when I'm tired, my mind kinda does its own thing without my control It started to imagine me and a few other people need to go to the underworld for some reason And in this universe I guess the gods had to retire and now they all hide as humans working day jobs. And it was like an under the table deal to get tickets to the underworld. But that's not the best part The best part was that for some reason My brain decided to make the ferryman of the row boat thingy that goes across the sea of the damned was Wilbur soot
i love this
Furry?
My mind in the middle of day dreaming something absurd and cool happening to me: you know this is unrealistic, cringe and would never happen right?
Me:yea. Fuck you, its my fantasy that im imagining. It can be whatever i want
Are colds like, smaller viruses trying to make It to the big leagues of virus fame?
I was going through some old note books and I found one and on the last page, mind you, no other page besides the first few wear used. On the last page was just the words "Femur Breaker" with a circle scribbled under it. And I don't know what my younger self was trying to say.
Absorbing all the power
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I learned i was bad with social situations when i panicked at the disco
DemiRomatic Abrosexual, Gender fluid foxat thing with black fur. Throw some bread crumbs over your bedside. i get hungry down here
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