*I’m a writer* i mutter as i type “what does it feel like to stab someone” into the google search bar
i am a woke grandpa trapped in the body of a gay genderfluid teenager with the style of an early 2000s emo/grunge crossover disaster
LMAO IT WAS A HYPOTHETICAL QUESTION YALL
ok but what the actual fuck was he drinking here in that weird ass cup?
does anyone know???
YES i was listening to hangover when i thought of this!
we are more than half a decade from the start of covid
Lyric videos are for unimaginative fools, I shall sing my fall out boy songs however I damn well please
^this
if youre a transphobe get the fuck off my blog RIGHT NOW
STOP FOLLOWING ME AHHHHHHHH
self-insert fics are gaslighting. wdym he moved to hit me and i flinched away?? bitch i fought back against tbat motherfucker
“what where you doing?!” they ask as i emerge from my cave, covered in shredded paper, wood glue, several bags of glitter, and a life-sized version of the Mona Lisa doodled on my chest
me: “arts and crafts”
you ever want to experience time warping and shifting and getting generally fucked up, then get really invested in an art piece and dont look at the clock until you’re done