But They Need It For Their Satanic Giratinan Rituals To Stay Eternally 10.

Hey, whats'a knuckle sandwhich?

If I were another man in another life,

Id dedicate my life to poetry about graveyards.

And how they deep into life from the internet and fanfiction to leftover conversations that grab your attention every time you talk with an old friend or just look at your contact

I love chewing when in constant pain and when every movement brings further pain and every time my teeth touch it doubles

What about the sheer force of that one thing you don’t particularly care about yet have the sudden urge to do

The desperate desire to be healthy overshadowed by the sheer force of a hamburger

ao3 is a medieval feast and i am a drunken lord slamming my goblet down on the table and yelling "bring me the most fucked up shit in all the realm!!!"

Wait was the shrek fairy godmother a metaphor for Disney

Raven:

i love you pukicho

When you feel lost remember me

But doofenshmirtz

I miss villains being purely evil. No complicated sad backstory, no fucked up childhood, they just felt like being an asshole because it’s better than working for Amazon.