I hate my dad because he’s exactly like me except meaner and homophobic
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I hate my dad because he’s exactly like me except meaner and homophobic
Sometimes I think I’m normal
But then I remember the time when someone said ‘Cool shirt!’ And I said without thinking ‘Its the Ramen’ because my shirt was blue and the ramen I was eating was orange and those are my favorite complementary colors
The chaotic urge to use soy sause as a paint substitute not because the color is pretty, but because you can lick the brush
This is my son he is 5 fruits tall and is banned from most public spaces
Shut up they’re siblings now
It feels so nostalgic reading tumblr posts of me preparing for exams during my second and third year and posting out of frustration. I remember I made this account to promote some very random quality edits I made of my ships and now I just, once in a blue moon, come up to talk about random events or just vent during exams. That too can be counted on fingers. Time feels more distant when you stand apart and can see the calender logs, of the dates when you were younger and how far you have come now. It feels like I have moved past some older skin of mine, shed it apart like a snake, to own the newer one. I hope everyone is doing good though. The times are hard but we will fight through, hopefully.
I am 78% confident you could connect every single game and show series in the world with cameos, spin-offs, references, colabs and parodies.
I joined a Discord VC channel in a public server and someone was mean to me; oh woe is to such a loathsome and detestable pathos, there is no hope, no light nor an ounce of joy, only suffering and pain