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shrimp are referred to as an abomination four times more than homosexuality is in the bible
macklemore is writing a song about shrimp rights as we speak
When you comment on someone else’s post, you are initiating contact with them. I don’t care if you’re tacking on to the thousandth reblog, you are still entering an exchange of dialog that includes the original poster, and will show up on their dash as a message.
I can’t count how many times people freak out when I message them about their remarks - positive or negative - on one of my posts, as if they never imagined that could happen, as if I’m suddenly invading their private space and some sort of obsessive loon for noticing and caring about something they literally said to and about me.
What did people think social media was for
don’t even try to tell me ice isn’t amazing
like if you don’t think any of that shit is really really cool i really don’t know what to say to you
you know what i think you need
a shark wearing a maids outfit
One time I was masturbating in the shower and came so hard that I couldn’t keep in my scream but I knew my brother was in the bedroom next door and that he’d hear and know what I was doing so I quickly transitioned into singing the opening of the Lion King.
breaking news: girls can masturbate