I'M QUITE FOND OF TWYLA

[twylaboogeymanliker]

grimis sheyk

[apolodearest]

I've come to the conclusion my ass is too fat for this world

So I guess I'm really one of them after all...

[twylaboogeymanliker]

this is so real...

[twylaboogeymanliker]

i h8 being broke

[d00dle1508]

k last post for today (maybe)

i've made a bunch of hc sheets, most of them were requested by people on discord :]

[niccerooniererer]

tbh this has been  on my mind a lot and my friend showing tiktoks of him to me only fueled this to finally happen

Jojo slay critic

[arcoirias-deactivated20230418]

Why i am doing this at 3 am

[twylaboogeymanliker]

what the FUCK was that .................

[doodly-monk-deactivated20260319]

Yeah guys ignore his dad

[twylaboogeymanliker]

my personal ranking of joj albums

am I right or am I right

[twylaboogeymanliker]

truly too beautiful to behold

[y3esy]

Hold on I have a similar image 😭

[twylaboogeymanliker]

what the HELL is that ...

[twylaboogeymanliker]

BROTHER.....

[twylaboogeymanliker]

feeling: #underjoyed

[twylaboogeymanliker]

What is a man without knowing the rich aroma of the future; the hot, complex balance of the present; and the bittersweet aftertaste of the past?

[twylaboogeymanliker]

The realization must have taken me an entire year. A year since our escape, our freedom from between the stained walls of that unholy establishment. What does it mean to escape, if the escape fails to unchain the bonds that shackle us in the first place? What purpose could this empty world possibly hold for us, a handful of damaged goods? With freedom, we sought purpose - and what we found was only realization. Realization of the sad pointlessness of such an endeavor. Realization that freeing our bodies has no meaning, when our imprisonment reaches as deep as the core of our souls. Realization that we can not pursue new purpose without absolving those from which we ran away.Realization that the farther we run, the more forcefully our wretched bonds yank us back toward their point of origin; the deeper our shackles dig into our callous flesh.

[twylaboogeymanliker]

Beneath their manufactured perception - their artificial reality - is a writhing, twisted mess of dread. Loathing. Judgment. Elitism. Self-doubt. All thrashing to escape the feeble hold of their host, seeping through every little crevice they can find. Into their willpower, starving them of all motivation and desire. Into their stomach, forcing them to drown their guilt in comfort food. Or into a newly-opened gash in their skin, hidden only by the sleeves of a cute new shirt. Such a deplorable, tangled mass is already present in every single one of them. That's why I choose not to blame myself for their actions

[twylaboogeymanliker]

truly too beautiful to behold

[twylaboogeymanliker]

It smells like absolute shit in here I'm gonna pass out