Are You Five Nights At Fucking Kidding Me

I don't know. I just don't know

hecate

what fucking hell dimension are y’all blogging from

there are few things that make my skin want to invert itself like corny, try hard kitten/daddy “bdsm” language but i cant stop using it right now it’s like i got bit by some mediocre 20 something in an ill fitting suit and i am. changing

the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away

being plural is crazy because you do the most mundane shit and have a bunch of people making live commentary on it like they’re streamers making reaction content

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This counts as vent art.