a reminder to follow rosalynlalonde because oh mu fycjign god fdn

there are a lot of people on this site that deserve semen in their eye

sounds awesome bro ill get your wizard up 39 more levels

no?? why would i be mad at you dude im fretting like an old maid

did you know that the state of florida was named after successful american rapper flo rida now you do

daddyegbertsochinchin:

davidstrider:

necessary: no

alarming: deeply

can i fuck you david

mr egbert you can get your dick wet elsewhere

tentaclecourtesan:

Mutie just told me that she wanted me to shave her back half. 　

im not saying that cats cant talk but cats cant talk

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“Well, shit. I didn’t know your suite was this posh, ours only had one bed. I think. Moot point, I thought maybe you only had one bed too and I wasn’t going to stain your virgin purity by refusing the floor if need be.”

You notice Rose’s sudden absence a tad bit too late. Somewhere between the beginning and the second half of your ramble, she traveled back out to the balcony. But she smiled, at least. And maybe while you dump your officially irrelevant sleeping bag to the side, you risk a strained and guilty smile of hope to yourself. You’ve made a new pastime of never making the first move.

Nimble fingers pry your peace offering from the clutches of your backpack junk. When you join her outside, you see her face’s elegant profile backlit by her computer screen and note her pointed yet polite disinterest. She’s apparently not above guilt-tripping you, since you’re apparently not above deserving it, but.

She is your sister, and you remember that face lit seconds from being awash in green flames, a twin of your own and a fifth of everything you thought you once had. Another life you’re not really a part of any more.

“Here. Late Hanukkah St. Patrick’s Day Easter present,” you state abruptly, almost stressed. “An LP of Meat Is Murder. Bad Morrissey jokes, remember?”

You stand, holding the record out, unsure of whether to ask if you can sit for fear of  a “No, that seat’s not for you,” joking or otherwise.

visualgraphic:

With a Chainsaw

proms for losers we got high instead