oh my god he cant fucking read why is this gonna make me sob
I started watching dexter and it’s genuinely wild shit. His inner monologue will be like ‘this would be considered a kind action, if I had a heart. But unfortunately, I feel nothing inside. My chest is an empty cage, with no warmth inside it’ and he’s doing some shit like saving a puppy that almost got run over or something
sundays should be 48 hours long. 24 for enjoying sunday other 24 for mentally preparing for monday
like bro is NOT clever with that one (I still love him and I love that song with a burning passion but really James??)
haven’t drawn him for a long time
whenever a mutual doesn’t interact with me for a long time i get so scared they don’t wanna play dolls with me anymore
i support being a hater unless youre hating on something i enjoy and love and then you need to lighten up buddy wheres your sense of whimsy
so sad that in america the only options after a terminal cancer diagnosis is either to make meth or make saw traps