when you wake up from a particularly disturbing dream and just stare at the ceiling for a while like what crevice of my mind did that even seep from
this post literally gets me through everything and anything
oh god it’s back
my uncle is a priest and he’s staying over for a couple days how the fuck am i supposed to watch supernatural and read fanfiction with his righteousness here
Sacrifice him to Satan
no he’s making mac and cheese for dinner
I admire your ability to keep your priorities straight.
I think the real question is why should a girl shave, preen and diet herself into oblivion for a guy in sweatpants and a t shirt who hasn’t trimmed his pubes in 3 years
Please stop reblogging this I’m scared a social justice warrior is gonna find it and realise I’m a boy
I am the loneliest piece of shit on this earth.