master keef

all my followers get smooches

i have spent the past 18 months trying to process what happened and how scared and alone i felt. there were many times while living with him i was explicitly worried he was going to try to assault me

searching through the opps soul to find their deepest sorrows

call me halo 2 gravemind the way im a monument to all your sins

they call it bipolar disorder i call it a fuck around and find out personality type

wish i was a fly on the wall

been doing better

love all the tom bombadil debate that happens in the tolkien community saying hes secretly god or the reader or tolkiens self insert or the physical manifestation of the world, but tom bombadil was just one of Tolkien's kid's toys that he threw in fellowship bc why the fuck not

yoooo hidden mickey in my lamictal

im the master chief of getting high and playing halo

if 7/11 doesnt restock the hot honey wings soon ima go sick oh mode

toilet paper is for toilet poopers

covering myself in butter salt and tinfoil then hopping in the oven for 45 min to see if baked potatoes have access to emotions that we do not

thought that after starting bipolar meds i would stop delivering prophecies but i kinda feel more clairvoyent than ever

zaza got me navigating the dimensions of metacogniton that send the opps into epistemological oblivion

bozo glimpsed the true nature of reality ten years ago and couldn't handle it, meanwhile im smoking opium laced delta 8 with god laughing at your weak ass prophecies

sports are annoying and uninteresting to me but tbh they're less annoying than dudes that say "haha go sportsball!"

society if my stepmom bought me another @WeAreFocusrite interface and stopped stealing my dads xanax

im so tired of shows and movies being overly meta