I dunno who had the role of my boyfriend in a dream last night but my goodness he was cute and real life has a lot to answer for.

And I never have dreams where an unidentified dude’s cute and sneaks into my room over my conservatory to avoid waking people up and offers to help tidy my room to kill time because he too is an insomniac (probably because I don’t live at home anymore)

Usually there’s arguing and screaming and smashing things and fighting specific people and wow why am i never happy in my dreams.

5am shouldn’t be this normal.

I just opened up Anxiety to make a to-do list of comic books and

brittunculi:

Fitness goal: to crush a man’s head between my thighs.

50-odd likeminded people.

Soon I shall have an army.

Fitness goal: to crush a man’s head between my thighs.

hentaiviewer666:

reasons why babies are not needed

• head to body ratio is uneven
• when was last time baby contribute to dinner time conversation
• baby unable to hunt for the clan
• baby is slow and usually racist

Breaking news: my uncle continues to be a disrespectful, conniving little shit.

Currently binning all my underwear which isn’t black or features black lace heavily.

Ain’t got the time of day for pastels.