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online posting is like military combat and im the brave general and you are all the footsoldiers fighting in the tranches

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28/07/2024

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Fuck it up, shawty. (I look down to see a laser at my chest. He's got me in his sights.)

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i think i made it too crappy oops

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when u keep having night terrors abt ur brother dying so u casually and calmly sneak in his window to check on him. but he's awake.

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I’m so competitive that I don’t compete at all because it makes me homicidal and suicidal

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Scars? Not body horror. Limb differences? Not body horror. Facial differences? Not body horror. Feeding tubes, colostomy bags, etc? Not body horror. Movement disorders? Not body horror. Visibly disabled people just existing is not horror.

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Anti-colonial, anti-Thanksgiving graffiti seen around Rochester NY

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Hi I'm 1 years old and learning to read through your posts. Cigarette.

very good job using your words! will someone get this toddling bitch a smoke

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(Crawling across desert) i need... (sucking parched lips, bleeding from cuts on my hands and chest and belly) please, I need... (scorched by the sun, with a tummy ache) monuments... to my ego ... (passes away)

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posts that have 0k notes to me

fuck. im sorry everyone. ill do better. you can kill me if you ant

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ViralHog the dog dispenses a random pill once every 2 hours

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honestly its gay as fuck to even be a man

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cheddar is one of my favorite tastes. Not only that, but parmesan smells amazing. It makes me go a little crazy on it to be honest. Like, I cannot get enough down my throat to be satisfied. I’m only satisfied when I feel those intense, powerful, salty, hot pumps of melted mozzarella down my throat. When I sit back on my heels, look up at you with crumbly feta all over my mouth and slobber running down my neck, hair all fucked up and wipe my mouth with the back of my arm and ask you if I did a good job eating all that cheese and you cannot even speak because I’ve emptied your entire fridge of all your expensive cheeses..... That’s when I’m satisfied.