Plenty of things to do.
I'm gonna just lie here.
Genderqueer asshole from San Francisco. I like girls, pepperoni pizzas and centrally heated apartments. Inbox me questions, I love talking about junk.
so hey fun fact for anyone who wants queer history trivia: the first disco in Seattle was opened in 1973 and was a gay bar called “shelly’s leg” and it was named after a dancer named shelly who lost her leg in a confetti cannon accident and used the insurance/lawsuit settlement money to open a gay disco.
i wouldn’t have a problem with kidfic except apparently no one who has ever written it has ever interacted with an actual child
the professor asked me what benjamin franklins brothers name was and i panicked and said frank benjalin. i have never fucked up that hard in my entire life
what if there was a collection agency consisting of a bunch of guys named William and one named Robert and every month they would send a different William to your door and if you didn’t pay for too long then Robert would come in the night and take everything you own and leave you a note telling you you were Robbed because you didn’t pay the Bills
sometimes i reblog a textpost with like ten notes and im like “hell yeah i support independent textposts” happy motherfucking small business saturday
i feel like i can’t go anywhere anymore without people soothsaying my downfall. even the cashier at taco bell was all “the flock of crows taken to following you portent a disastrous and blah blah fucking blah,” i get it, i’m about to undergo a storm of tribulation, what frickin ever