being in love is like when you play Super Mario 64 and you fall in a bottomless pit and Super Mario goes “ooouuuAAAAAOOOOOUUUUUUUAAAAAOOOOOUUGH” and then it cuts to the level painting and it goes BOOOEEEEIIIIOOOOUNNNG and he falls to the ground and goes OOUGH.
can we get a shoutout to trans girls who don’t wear makeup
i don’t need to just keep practicing I don’t need to just learn to contour or whatever the fuck else I’m 100% happy being bare-faced and the only times i ever felt compelled to do makeup was for other people’s benefit!
watch the mfs with zero reading comprehension get ahold of this and act like I’m personally attacking them for wearing makeup
I have never worn makeup in my entire life and if you reblog you will give me the energy I need to continue doing fuck all
i live in the most haunted house in the northern hemisphere because i keep buying cursed dolls and cracking them open like pistachios to release the ghosts inside em. see i’ve got this business idea and it’s to unethically harvest their ectoplasm and sell it in little jars like honey. unfortunately i’ve hit a snag, namely that ectoplasm tastes like shit and also if you ingest it you permanently lose the capacity to feel joy. so now i’ve got a bunch of unsatisfied customers who are literally impossible to please banging on my door at all hours. it doesn’t really matter though because the ghosts are already constantly slamming all my doors and cabinets so it’s just a wall of sound in here at all times anyway. i’m pretty sure i’ve got tinnitus now but on the upside i’ve got this new business idea where i repair old dolls with kintsugi and sell them at a ridiculous markup to etsy women in cuffed corduroy pants.
