you dont hear from me for a few weeks. when you do, it's in the form of a post. i've bleached my hair, i'm wearing some sort of theatrical mask, crouched in a dark corner, covering my male presenting nipples. captioned I'M ABOUT TO BE ON MY HORSE & BUGGY SHIT. it gets, oh, i don't know, maybe 14 notes. the next month you hear on the news 20 nypd horses have gone missing. and the month after that, well, society collapses. but everyone knows who to go to as their new horselord

The silver trail that snails leave behind what is it

Profitable

I need to contact a few associates.

girl are you a kettle because you’re sooooo hot. and yelling atme

that’s crazy. for me when i was in the 3rd grade

I thought that I was gay

Cause I could draw, my uncle was

And I kept my room straight

guys

behind uou

an ice cold beer topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. lying on top of the ice cream foam is a salted peanut. this is the angel. around him are sprinkles (his tears). this is "the angel's lament", my new cocktail

Sure, why not. ‘Angels lament’

why dont they teach our kids somethibg useful in schools like how to make youtube poops or speedrunning dark souls

officer i'm going to argue with you and say i know what a blood alcohol content of .08% feels like and this isn't it. and by the way i am carrying a gun