He asked me for a nude, I sent him a picture of this gay ass minion, he blocked me, and then I realized… he wanted a nude of my body and I, silly me, sent him one of my soul
I feel like an ant who doesn’t know how to build a pile. Like a bee who has no idea how to pollinate a flower, even though that’s what they are supposed to do. Do you think that trees ever feel wrong or confused? I feel like a hungry shrimp unknowing of microorganisms.
genuinely I wonder what it’s like hearing your coworker say these kind of things years after you work with them. you take a day off to just like sleep and laze around and you find out the guy you’ve been doing 12 hour 6 day a week shifts with is jerking it wild style
This is a post in honor of being thankful for my gay bf but I just wanted you all to see my breakfast and me and my sponge and also ninety nine bananas.