“why doesn’t so and so thing have a dislike button” um it does it’s called the comment section
Realer haters used to throw rotten tomatoes to people face to face n u can’t even comment a hateful and critical sentence anonymously?
u r a fake hater
ur ancestors weep at ur cowardice stop bitching into the void, and either stfu abt ur hateful ass judgements or do something abt it pussy
halo feeds me selfship lore as bedtime stories we have never been so up. clutching onto u with my claws
i blocked and reported a tsukishima x yamaguchi post and i will block u too
i dont know anything abt astrology but its gotten so bad i searched up L's sign and checked if its compatible with mine
As a feminist I don’t think about anything when I jerk off I kinda just piece togther conceptual abstracts
Girl this is not the time for regrets
me re-scrolling thru older convos w/ my friends becuase i remember how much i enjoyed talking to them about the subject
im so sorry but if you don’t ride for kuroko a hundred and ten percent throughout the entire fucking series on like a base level of ride or die loyalty, go deepthroat a shotgun and pull the trigger u prick
im so normal abt him ajsdlkaljfesahsajfjdslk
sasunaru to me is what the perspiration on the fishermen’s hand is to the dying trout
sweet succulent life sustaining liquid gold u r
idc if ur too unique niche freak to appreciate the yin and yang populating the mainstream ships i rlly couldn’t give a fuck if u pounded one right into my g-spot
they didn’t run so insert homoerotic rivalry can walk here- no
they leisurely strolled down a dirt path barren of greenery, and from their mere presence flowers of shining beauty and grace thence forth sprouted from the infertile earth, and life was once again colorful with impossible life
they yearned so hard that a sexual relationship can only begin to scratch the intimacy these two crave from one another
they hump and fuck like rabid dogs bc there is no other way to be closer and they’ve tried to crack each other open violently too frequently and fruitlessly to blindly let it be their solution again
there is no absolving the space between their freakish hearts- all big and pumping and so full of love and hurt they sometimes don’t know the difference
soulmates twin flames heart parallels-
all the labels and words and terms are never enough bc they aren’t woven tg thread of skin to thread of goddamn skin and they can’t fucking cope with the reality that that isn’t an option
so watch it u porn addled fiends, bc if the anal is anything less than deeply sentimental and overwhelming and wound melding and soul crushing and peace reaching, you’re writing them wrong
they need no less then to eat each other alive, but they settle for rushed blowjobs and cockwarming occasionalities
they need no less then to reach a hand into the others chest and feel their own heart beating alive in their palm, but they settle for sucking hickeys into the pulsing sound beckoning through their throat
they need no less then to kill each other, but would fall into such ironic tragedy in the aftermath of voids and oblivion and piercing numbness that’ll colors their finger tips purple while burning their eyes crimson from cold, eternal oceans of unshed salt, so they settle for loving each other
they don’t blend or dance or toe the line of obsession and hatred and love and humanity and feeling
They Are That Line
and I’ll be damned if the general consensus between the two remains the misconception of cheap and easy Enemies-To-LoversTM
fuck u
treat my yaoi with the reverent touch u would bow to a shrine to and the ears opened eye widened awe you reserve for humanities greatest living legends, and then up the dosage of pure admiration by a hundred and ten fucking percent
being alive is so invigorating I fucking love being here wtf I can walk outside and see the sky and even if the view is shit or I feel like shit so the view doesn’t really matter bc i couldn’t give a damn then, I can just turn around and try again the next day
That’s so crazy yall I can just try and look at it tomorrow and if I do that enough I’ll find beauty in it one day or again or later or as it comes like wtf wtf wtf this is so awesome
And it’s like well ok I live near the shits. this sucks
Ig I’ll go inside and just create at home and make something I want to look at, or I can go on like fucking Pinterest, or YouTube and watch a community of people talk about my interests, or talk abt their feelings- omg hey those r my feelings too!! or a really sick animation, or discover a new band or single or album or playlist or like
Learn a hobby, not like do a hobby, but like watch someone else teach me something with no pressure to ac do it that’s so sick wtf
Or watch the history of a hobby, or ykw sure an autobiography while im at it, or How It’s Made bc that show never got old we need to talk abt it more guys
I can rewatch my fav show like all the time and when I overindulge and it tastes like shit I can just try again later and go on yt and watch full length movies for free (shameless paprika plug) like holy cow this is so like rock and roll dawgs
I’m not even good at art yall it’s just rewarding and I can just do that like all the time and if I don’t have willpower I watch other people do it isn’t that crazy banana pants chat