Hey Op Do You Hate Joy

me, crying over my deflated profiteroles:

there is nothing as visceral and human and devouring an absurdly large bunch of grapes at one in the morning at least partly for the crunch noise

oh true true mb

Imagine having living grandparents

me, today, expiriencing another major life event: do you think the coach will let me skip pe

every time my life gets worse my immediate reaction is always something adjacent to "at least i'll have a good backstory" as if i am a fictional character and not just a dude

????? march ?????? again ??????

Silly phone, you're not detecting an analog audio accessory, you're detecting soup, from the bowl of soup I dropped you in.

let me live i am afraid

i love you like i love gogurt. not romantically but i’m so very happy to see you when i do

There is nothing more revolting in life than seeing another person slurp on a gogurt. The sound, the unavoidable look of famished desperation as you seek the last stray morsel from within the sapped plastic tube. Like a baby calf, pleading incessantly for its mother’s teat. Mooahh moahhh. Go on. Cry in your weakness.

They’re scared because they know that the public is with Luigi.

They’re violating his rights because they need to maintain capitalism.

Keep talking about Luigi.