In The Mood To Write Poetry In A Notebook While Holding A Ball Python In My Left Hand.

soup but you replace the soup with ketchup

holy shit more like

divine doodoo

animal crossing but it’s just people in fur suits.

I hate the idea of the subconscious mind. I have a hunk of meat that makes up my personality but it’s keeping secrets from me? Fuck that

why the fucken fuck do we take everything so seriously?

walk barefoot in the grass for a while. dance in the rain while everyone watches you. dramatically profess your love and get torn to shreds. listen to people as if they’re saying the most amazing things in the world; who knows, maybe they are.

it’s a short life. don’t spend your time stressing about the grand nature of the narrative you’re trying to weave from your life.

as long as you’re appreciating living, and living to appreciate, what more is there to ask for?

cashier: that’ll be $5.67

me: *pulls out kangaroo and reaches into pouch* *pulls out cash* shit sorry dude I’ve only $6, you’ve got change, right

cashier: wtf

kangaroo: where is Australia

the v in vtuber stands for vore

due to personal reasons I will be

science: Lonelier people take hotter baths/showers in order to compensate for their lack of ‘social warmth’.

me, already with my left leg submerged in a McDonald’s fry cooker: you’re fucken WRONG I am perfectly CONTENT 

As someone who likes using the internet it’s easy to find stories and drama from fandoms and stuff that are really interesting but I will never bring them up out of the fear of evoking said fandom’s wrath or just being in eye shot of them