look at you, sort of sad and pathetic, but also incredibly cute. nine out of ten. would pet (if allowed)

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look at you, sort of sad and pathetic, but also incredibly cute. nine out of ten. would pet (if allowed)
sometimes when i look in the mirror and see the monster staring back i wonder if it could love
red hood plushie with a knife plushie is tsundere to its grasping hands that crave warmth
sobs violently
a roomba is like a dog, if you’re fucked up in the head
Monmon’s songs represent unprocessed trauma and the often painful but necessary step of transforming into something entirely different, made beautiful through music; as well as the dark, tender loneliness musicians often share with each other, no matter how guarded they are. In a way, Monmon is its own artist: abstract and enigmatic, its personality is splattered over the screen so you can almost see the picture, but is resolutely its own, and deeply intimate. Crucially, it will eat you.
vegan cheese still tastes like ass but at least it’s good for later on when you run out of rats to stick in the blender
^this commenter has blocked you, so you cannot respond to it
all my posts are taken from my ecelectic music taste, which is immaculate and not up for discussion
cage fosters a stick up my ass..
winning the lottery and immediately buying a big house for friends making an obscene amount of money so they never have to worry again is such a nice wet dream
the not having a job part, honestly..
we are all just the the universe trying to understand itself deeply, gayly, communistically
the escitalopram hits and all of existence is just a big yet cute string of letters and it’s okay
wouldn't chewing glass feel kinda nice?
pissing my pants for passaggeli
reblog to deny me sleeppost material
men fucking suck