sometimes i let a conversation die a little intentionally to see what u bringing to the table. because in all honestly i can keep any and every conversation going. im good at that. but where’s it headed if i do all the work. ask me something. expand. idk. do something else.
new aesthetic: man covered in cacti, surrounded by confused police
I don’t understand this aesthetic.
neither do the police
black and white felt. Yarn. Wood hanger.
Step back, peeps, and fasten your seat-belts. Time to bring in a puberty professional.
…. wait. That’s not right. Hold on.
Let’s fast-forward about five more years.
Ah, yes, there we go. Right after I sold my soul to Satan.
Naw son you can’t be hot in two genders you fucking cheated
this is my favorite post because its just people bragging about how hot they are