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@gravejam
when i was a kid and i heard the word boysenberry i thought they were saying poisonberry and i was like WHY on earth would you make a pie out of poisonberries
When i was young every day was to struggle and my body malform from wicked experiments and no enough meals
im really sorry to hear that Hsu im here for you if you ever need me
I need you now
lol and lmao and so on and so forth
hot hamburgers scotched our throats and freezing colas froze our lips.
'I always wanted to fuck him' caption under a picture of a dark room with nothing in it
Squidward is such a tragic beautiful figure. A haunting literary character who represents repressed white homosexuality, one which foolishly strives for suburban ennui but is instead trapped in a cultureless, capitalistic hell. He’s a cashier and he hates his job but his island head is nice. His nose is huge. Squidwars foing to hell. Swuidward will go to hell
walter white would chastise u for making a 9/11 joke as if he didnt actually cause 167 people to die in a horrific plane collision and then immediately forget about it
he was banned from all of the los pollos hermanos restaurants for his pathetic vibe
They're building a tunnels under the city so more people can get lost and scared. I don't like it but 🤷♀️
im sick of signing in to things
jesse doodle that twt liked for some reason
I am Gods weakest soldier
diane pinkman thinks about how the last time she ever touched her oldest son it was to hit him in the face. she used to disinfect his scraped knees and put sonic the hedgehog bandaids over the wounds. he always complained that she was babying him, but he didn't get up until she had kissed all the scrapes. she remembers the crime scene photos those fbi agents showed her when they came to interview her and adam. "have u considered one of those leash backpacks?" a store clerk once snapped at her when jesse was five and knocked over the bounty display at the food lion that's now a publix. diane pinkman goes into the guest room and makes up the bed. she makes it every day. "if u remember to make ur bed every morning this week, u can have an extra hour on ur xbox this weekend, ok?" despite all the bad blood, she had anticipated a visit, another couch-surfing crash. one day. diane pinkman makes the bed again. and again. and again.
had a dream where people online discovered there was a 9 hour long hootie and the blowfish song that permanently fucked you up if you listened to it and gave you ptsd. it was just a bunch of dark ambient droning and sounds of avalanches and earthquakes
