So I Was Telling My Family About My Totally Normal Infatuation With Furries And Bronies, As One Does,

so i was telling my family about my totally normal infatuation with furries and bronies, as one does, and the absolute looks of horror they all gave me. like holy shit they looked terrified. i think i may have disappointed my father, saddened my mother, and made my brother even further set in the fact im a fucking weirdo but like whats new?

gore is so cgi and manufactured nowadays. where is the prosthetic limbs that can be chopped off and squirt blood, where is the blood packs in actors mouth so they can spit the blood out, where is the explosion of blood that doesn’t look realistic because there can’t possibly be that much blood in someone’s body. we need to go back and take some notes out of 80s body horror book

soup time

redbull has such a grip on me its diabolical. like wdym its hurting my tummy? bubbles make brain go brr. maybe its the unmedicated adhd...

Remember, being kind is punk rock. Being overly polite due to anxiety is prog rock. A hug is alt rock unless it goes on too long then it's folk rock. Empathy is third wave ska. Being mean, though, is not punk rock. Bc being mean is pop punk

time for warm redbull at 5:45am