My dinnar
Detail of “The Man of Sorrows” by Hans Memling, edited by Robin Isely.
bakermiraak
summoned durnehviir in tamriel and he immediately gets his hydration on. what a hydrohomie
Same energy
please look at this picture junji ito drew of his moms crusty white dog
i hope you die right now when you drunk my chemical
After sex you see me roll over and go to balcony. You think ive gone for smoke due to my melancholic nature but I’ve opened sudoku.com evil level
nothing that stimulant medication and a coffee and an energy drink and a bump of coke and a good hard slap in the face and seven years in the harsh wilderness and a hug from a friend and a firm prostate milking and 250mg of MDMA crystals and a top of the line gaming PC and a tall glass of water and a distant memory of summer and piano lessons and four 20mg edibles and a sword that hungers for human blood and a well socialized tuxedo cat and a sushi dinner and a leather jacket and a power nap and a single beautiful rod of depleted uranium and regular estradiol injections and a typewritten sheet of paper bearing the solution to the hard problem of consciousness and nipple clamps and a lobotomy and a gun and another coffee can't fix
u ever in such a bad mood u feel urself turning evil?
had an actual meal. not evil anymore
i avoid printers at all costs but deep down i think i should've been a printer. life so easy. i sit there all squarelike and when someone has a minor task for me i goFUCK YOU
YES he is a MASSIVE BITCH but hes also BISEXUAL and a PUNCHING BAG and ALMOST DIES AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK. AND hes my little meow meow.
i can't be trusted with sour gummies i'm guzzling this shit down like a hog that's tasted blood
