Love My Doggo. He Is Best Boy. Hes Also A Stalker Who Scares The Shit Outta Me When I Walk Into My Room

Love my doggo. He is best boy. He’s also a stalker who scares the shit outta me when I walk into my room and see him watching me through my window.

Is there a word that’s a mix between angry and sad

Don't you worry about my pronouns. My pronouns are pretty standard. Worry about my adverbs. My most frequent ones are "omniously", "haphazardly" and "obliviously".

Send this to all your favorite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃 :)))

Punkin??? I’m honored!!

this speaking as a cis person. Nothing brings me more joy seeing people find gender euphoria in becoming a mediocre representation of humanity. And I mean that so genuinely. Local boy finds joy and fulfillment wearing a cargo shorts and t-shirt combo. Local girl has transitioned to look like someone's disheveled aunt, has never been happier. Local person experiences gender euphoria rocking the world's worst bowl-cut. Without a scap of irony, this shit makes me see the wonder and whimsy in just, being a human. An average, person going through their day-to-day, is a wondrous thing? That's amazing. And heteronormativity has stripped these experiences of their joy. Like you're right, wearing a basic girlypop skirt should make my heart sing. Why not? Why are these expressions lesser because they're normal? All this to say. Shoutout to all the basic bitches out there. Yes that polo shirt does make you look like a divorced golfer dad. Yes, that too is kind of a slay, now that I think of it.

“You young vampires will never understand how good you have it these days. Back in my day, we had to drink blood with radium and asbestos in it, and we liked it.” “Okay, grandpa.” “I mean, we glowed in the dark for WEEKS after that, and we never complained.” “Okay, grandpa.”