you shpould draw a hedgehog :)
was not able to bring out the brilliance of a hedgehog sadly . hope you still like
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did u know that vfk:
mildly injured his neck eating pussy one time.
speaks Spanish fluent-ishly. his only real problem apart from his comically American accent when speaking Spanish is getting stuck on words that don't come up a lot, but he does just fine describing whatever he's thinking of until the other person gets him. for example he doesn't know the Spanish word for 'platypus' (ornitorrinco), so he'd call it 'rata australiana con pico' (Australian rat with beak), which yeah, honestly is close enough. he also knows a couple phrases in Japanese from his Yakuza pals he met on layover in Honolulu but again he has an accent problem.
is an enabler to the point that he will literally help you find a vein to shoot up. thinks he's helping.
dreams of being in a rap video one day.
probably one of his worst habits is sitting on the toilet reading Playboy even though he finished shitting twenty minutes ago.
occasionally tells stories from 'back when he was in college' that sound so bizarre and/or depraved that they couldn't possibly have occurred in any college on earth (even in the US). anyway that's because he's not talking about college, he's talking about jail.
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back in my tumblrina era. look at this gay ass picture of risu
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emerges from under my rock with a dusty old blorbo. shuffles back under the rock
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chapellroan -> hotgirlcoded ✨
i missed her too much and i was having an identity crisis AND co-star told me to do what i have to do 🙂↕️
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Even when I was writing other beautiful
things with other beautiful words,
it lived there in between the spaces left
behind. In every margin, in every gap betwixt
words and breath between two letters’ kiss.
It was a slow thing. Slow
enough to surprise only me.
The
ghosts which gather and dance
under the moonlight
in naught but their
metaphysical skins are not creatures
I’ve buried. And yet,
all of them came for me.
I am the progenitor of their
grief, they say,
their creator and their tormentor and their
savior and the one who whispers soft
lessons into their ears.
I am the one who knocks and
the one who responds. I ask
the question before answering
it. I tell a secret and keep it
safe.
But I too am the
one who spreads it to the other children
on the playground.
I pull ponytails and feel
the pain in my scalp.
I kick a man when he’s
down and bruises appear on my stomach.
And I cannot hold séances,
nor can I turn back time. Even as
I walked backwards towards
Constantinople, I knew I
would only ever end up in
the streets of Istanbul. And
as I wandered the city,
crying for the lost
Byzantines, a million wonders
passed me by.
One Year Free, One Month Changed by Amatullah Bourdon
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No but seriously imagine it:
You're seeing coheed and cambria on a concert. Everyone is having a great time. Coheed and cambria seem a little excited. "We have a surprise for you guys." Claduio says. All of a sudden Coheed and Cambria walk onto stage and kiss, holding the bi flag.
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completely forgot i had like. pee in jars in my ponytown bathroom.. thats knda gross past me 😭😭😭 anyways im gonna remove them since im redoing some house parts
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