Weighted Blankets Are Annoyingly Physical. Can Gravity Increase Around Me Instead? Can God Crush Me Under

Weighted blankets are annoyingly physical. Can gravity increase around me instead? Can God crush me under its astral palms please? Thank you.

I want to try an egg with sand and buttercups for seasoning

Venomous is so fucking beautiful. And chaotic neutral. I love him. I love his gay ass so much. He’s such a dad. So daddy. A literal sugar daddy. A silly even.

Recently I’ve been feeling a lot better about the fact I probably come across as very stoic, awkward, and just creepy and weird, because the idea of anyone being romantically attracted to me is so deeply disturbing

Wheezing, dying, on the ground-

Day today years old of failing to write neurotypical main characters because they make no sense