*running down foggy street dodging monsters personified of my sins* aaaaa lol
There’s just an old guy pacing back and forth in this goodwill farting and it scares me because it’s like seeing myself in 60 years
Anyone else go through that occasional phase where toast and butter is just the tastiest fucking creation on the planet and you have to restrain yourself from eating an entire loaf of bread in ten minutes
Imagine if you were a rich housewife suspicious that your husband was cheating on you and you hired a private investigator to follow him and the PI came back with a ream of polaroids of himself railing your husband. Wouldn't that be fucked up
