Jokes On You, I Don't Even Know What A Tonsure Is. So Bleh

Jokes on you, I don't even know what a tonsure is. So bleh

Your tonsure is ratty as fuck

Ask me about my diverging neuros, I dare you.

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The unnatural force is capitalism, and I'm sorry, but, at least, everyone in America feels it, except for those sticking rich dudes.

“nobody is making you do this” i am driven by unnatural forces you will never even begin to comprehend

We have absconded so far from the warm and healing light of our lord that we push anything unto ourselves to try and feel it, expect for Dave he's just weird.

salt & vinegar chips are snacks for fucking masochists. literally the entire flavour of the goddamn chip is “acetic acid, which will hurt your tongue, and then just salt on top of that to hurt it worse”. it’s brutal. this chip is designed to hurt you

Sometimes I have to remind myself that some people don't like scars, cause to me their beautiful. a way to show that the universe chose you for a story, yes some of those stories we may feel more comfortable keeping to ourselves but as for me I've always smiled and told every bit with my scars. I dont see scars as a reminder of being broken or even the pain that came with it, I see the strength to persevere in spite of it.

And hot as in sexy too, but like permanently.

ghosts are often presented as cold, which makes sense given their association with death, but personally i think that they should be hot, at least at first. hot with excess life, with blazing spiritual essence; scorching white-hot clouds of gaseous vapour shedding their vitality into the void like blood from an open wound.