Is This How Making Friends Work. Do I Win

my boy <3. his name is loki and he is very orange.

For every like Elon Musk gets a kick to the balls, for every reblog Trump gets fucking punched

me *running backwards up stairs while firing a gun at a furby*: am i doing this right? what? oh you meant one at a time? well which one do i do first?

“F-E-A-R has two meanings: ‘Forget Everything And Run’ or ‘Face Everything And Rise.’ The choice is yours.”

— Zig Ziglar

the last thing i see after showing my art teacher a stylized drawing instead of a hyper realistic one.

reinventing yearning because that’s how bad i want her. haven’t spoken to her in person in over three years and i still stare at her photos, make her playlists, ect. i still sleep next to the stuffed animal she gave me for valentine’s day. every crush since her has had brown eyes.

i changed my name based off some random shit i wrote in a rly sad journal three years ago

betrayal was the first sin. it was the original sin. betrayal of trust. all creatures either betray or are betrayed. no one will ever be let free from this prison. hell is not a place we are sent, hell is the waking world in which we exist.

fish i don’t have the attention span to read that and im not even a goldfish. what is happening in ur head.

(am i making this in the hopes of settling the debate as to whether i'm a catboy or a dogboy? perhaps)

woah mama means family