I’m not a weed smoker but I believe in their beliefs

btw I changed my mind. as in. I do not care about these ships in the slightest bit 👍

Yes I do have a dislike for huntlow. No this does not mean that I ship lunter in any way whatsoever

I am Milen, God of the three people that were killed by the fire

andddd

I am Leonard, God of all things to be done

I am Arran, god of the most important thing

EDIT: if y'all don’t wanna use your name use your username

the toh brainrot has returned, unfortunately

WRONG!

guy who tries really hard but cannot stop looking like a faggot

very important addition to this post

fellas, is smoking cigarettes gay? I mean you’re literally putting a long thang in your mouth…

@teenagemutanttransgenderturtles

In honor of my original meme hitting over 99k notes on tumblr dot com, I’ve made a sequel nearly 4 years later!

(original below)

spicing up my home page a bit by following some new guy every once in a while

fellas, is smoking cigarettes gay? I mean you’re literally putting a long thang in your mouth…

Tonight I had three dreams, each separate from one another. I can barely remember each of them, however that doesn’t stop me from writing down what I do remember.

Dream 1:

The only thing I remember was that Caliborn and Calliope were present at some point and I was having a conversation with the latter. I don’t remember what exactly we talked about, but I think I asked her to help me determine my classpect (????).

I vaguely remember Dirk Strider, alongside a few random ass horses, appearing earlier in this dream.

Time and space were also very important themes in this dream in the part of my dream wherein Caliborn and Calliope were present, however that is already kind of expected, I suppose.

In the same part of my dream, during my conversation(s) with Calliope, Caliborn also went on some sort of mission by himself and I vividly remember calling him a stupid little idiot for doing that. Yeah.

Dream 2:

I remember visiting an online friend of mine (they don’t exist outside of this dream btw) in their hometown London, where they gave me a tour of the city upon my arrival.

I remember going down some staircase with them, where we began holding hands for some reason. Then we walked down a street whilst they claimed that the stereotype of the spoiled brat in british schools commonly seen on The Internet was actually inaccurate, pointed at some teenager roughly our age with large glasses, a brown sweater and blue jeans, who was almost completely bald, and told me that this was what the average spoiled brat in british schools actually looks like, adding that they were going to the same school as that guy. We then laughed at them, and proceeded to cross the street as the traffic lights turned green. Suddenly, I noticed very clearly that everyone surrounding me was talking english in a strong british accent, which filled me with joy. In hindsight I find this very confusing and stupid. [Why the fuck did this make me so happy?? Like yippeeee everyone is talking in a fucking british pip pip cheerio accent!!! So absolutely wonderful!!!!!!]

In the dream it was late autumn; the weather was very cold and it rained the entire time. London looked very similar to my neighbourhood, which doesn’t make any sense, because I don’t even live in the UK.

Dream 3:

I only remember the line “You are unworthy of becoming the machine” or something similar to that. I don’t know what the context to this is: when and where it comes from, who or what said it, whether the line was actually said out loud by someone/something or a written text I saw somewhere in the dream, and if the latter happens to be the case, where I read it. This single line is literally the only thing I remember. It might be a part of one of the former dreams, however that wouldn’t really make sense.

I’m just a little boy in the world who is scared of everything… 😔

Sometimes, unfortunately, you cannot bite, kill and maim your way out of life’s problems. #sad

I think we all should honk shoo and mimimi more often tbh

I am not doomed by the narrative, the narrative is doomed by ME. by the way

Historians may call them lovers but I call them friends

I love the ☹️ emoji

sometimes you just ☹️