hit it, Neil!
sent an email without exclamation points #mean #meanie #meancore #evilgirl #hurtingyou #indifferent #gayandrude
I’d like to give a very big fuck you to anyone who talks badly about janitors, trashmen, maids, house cleaners,ect.
if we were on the playground and i asked to play wolves together would you
we can do it rn. i walk slowly towards you. i am unsure (we are from separate wolf packs) what do you do
i stare at you and assess you with my TBH creature eyes before walking closer to you and doing this
and if you want. this could be us
i see that you are not a threat.and we are friends now :)
^ us rn
slapping him saturday
whoop him wednesday
thumping him thursday
fuck him up friday
swipe him sunday
maim him monday
trash him tuesday
now you can reblog it 24/7
Man seen hunched over trash can in his own home, eating the filling out of a gas station chocolate pie, hatefully, grunting, doing so in a somewhat violative manner
bitches hate me for my earnest whimsy and my pathological degree of avoidant behavior
bummed that i am a bit of a freak. also glad i am a bit of a freak. does this make sense
he’s traumatized. he’s an Aquarius. he’s got more love in his heart than he knows what to do with. he’s battling Lyme disease. he takes his coffee black. he named his dog aubergine. he named his cat khoshekh, like darkness. he’s Jewish. he’s weird about mirrors. he has a complicated relationship with his mother. he has a complicated relationship with reality. he can’t pronounce Michigan to save his life. he writes fanfiction. he’s petty. he squeals over baby animals. he thinks spiders are cute. he finds beauty in all things. he’s a bright shining light in a weird, dark little town. he’s a gay character with a gay actor established in a time where it was dangerous to be any flavor of queer. he’s love poured into the shape of a radio host. he’s a tax evader. he’s not very good with social cues. he’s everything and nothing all at once.
unstoppable force (wanting to be the kindest version of myself) vs immovable object (all the anger and hatred I have inside myself)
(sobbing into my cat's side as she sits on her paws) YOU'RE JUST A BLOB. YOU'RE JUST A BABY. YOU'RE JUST A SHAPE. YOU DON'T HAVE ANY FEET.
















