YES KILLING AND VIOLENCE

um yeah I pull bitches. pull bitches into my dark realm of terrors

hey sorry i didn’t answer i was locked in a coffin lol (not mine). you up?

sources? a little birdie, et al (2024)

"preheat"? dude i dont even HEAT my oven. thats right. im cooking my shit coldstyle. im stretching the definition of "cooking" far beyond its ultimate tensile strength. my chicken breasts are the most gorgeous pink color you've ever seen. they look like rosebuds on the very cusp of blooming. they look like the dawn when you're in love. hospital.

i gotta remember this

[ID: Reddit question asking "How do you start doing things you're scared of?" with a reply by u/Donglemaestro reading "Become more scared of doing nothing forever." /End ID]

my teeth were perfectly designed to tear abd rend the soft white flesh of the gentle beast known as the mozzarella

If somebody doesn’t like a male character I like im like ok honestly understandable ur so real he sucks so bad but somebody doesn’t like a female character I like……..now I have to bash your head in with a rock. I’m sorry. I really am.

Trope we should have more of: being transformed or possessed leaving irreversible changes to your body even after it's over

me: how about you stop “scrolling” your “dash” and start dashing to deliver me scrolls

my useless apprentice: why do you pay the homunculus more than me

i like when people say "how could you eat an innocent animal" because it implies it's okay to eat guilty animals

every chicken i have ever tasted the flesh of was convicted by a jury of their peers for arson, murder, tax evasion, etc

People in nyc think like this

[through gritted teeth looking at the ‘hear me out’ shelf] yeah man the love interest is super scary and monstrous. The chiseled face and six pack really makes this an unconventional choice of attraction. Im happy for you. Yeah I see the horns too. That’s great

really strange how you can be almost at peace with something that happened to you but it will continue to be a defining moment of your life for the rest of your life. you wont think about it much anymore but in a conversation about a film someone will mention the year it was released and you’ll think to yourself, “that was before it happened” and you’ll see an old photo and think how strange it is to have existed before it happened and somehow it’s like living a life in two acts