hey fellas last night i took a medication which is more or less the anxiety equivalent of a horse tranquilizer & essentially enterred the fifth dimension of sleepwalking in which i awoke but enterred a dissociative fit so strong i was really confused why my loving girlfriend was not my good friend and fellow viking bjorn, who i had to bring some furs to. also i might’ve cried about this. don’t remember
was informed i left out the best part of this 3am experience which was the bit where i, in tears, gestured to our dog and shouted, “i don’t know what this is!”
bruh you astral planed so hard you fell back into a past life
mosquitoes had the nerve…the audacity…the unmitigated gall…to come into my home…where i pay the bills…and suck the blood out of my veins…veins i’ve had for 22 years…
i actually saw someone recently saying that making ‘doctor who’ a woman must’ve been to ‘please the PC crowd’ like i dont know how to tell these people that women like, exist. like women exist and as such are likely to make appearances in the stories that humans tell to one and other. shocking
misogynists when they see a woman in real life: wow god is really out here trying to please the politically correct crowd fucking unbelievable what a coward what a fucking cop out
