part of me wants to be professional part of me wants to sign my emails with dark souls texts
apparently “”limiting my emotional range” and “crushing my libido” are symptoms of the wrong medication, and not, in fact, the sorcerers curse
Honorary Scientology post
you will not guess where this ao3 summary is going
bitches will hear a song and be like ‘this makes me feel like i have a gaping hole in my chest’ and then they put it on repeat. its me im bitches
I need several hours of Quiet Time each day or i become the worst person alive
call my pussy a truffle the way your hog is hunting it down through the bush
Mutuals do you wanna chase each other with knives
I’m Christian and respect the order of creation as God intended it but I’m not gonna lie if I could take a massive vat of agar and grow an alive shopping mall made out of red blood and meat and feed it living human bodies to make it expand larger with more shops and amenities, Without hesitation, Without question I would do exactly that
i just feel at home on this website
You roll up to the Wizard Battle and your opponent takes out his spellbook but it’s just one of these
I’d leave. This is a sign that my opponent has the most fucked up unethical spells imaginable, and I am not about to be subject to Malchezar’s Piercing Prostate Bomb or something