I’m having the best Omegle conversation.
Discussed the 50th special and now we’re going over Sherlock theories.
Wow, finally you found someone as annoying as you.
Anonymous asked: that's the spirit!
Does a rose need scaffolding? I don’t need your support anon I am a beautiful flower. Tumblr may prune me but I will just come back stronger and brighter and more attractive to bees.
calamity-tash asked: That's intense man, each to their own opinion I guess. I'd hardly say you can judge my horrible taste in people based on a single text post though. It was just an odd situation I didn't expect to see in my own living room in the middle of the night.
Your friends are literal vomit and every second they spend in your living room increases the carpet stain removal cost. Your parents will be displeased.
Oh also, last night I looked up to see two handsome boys simultaneously unbuttoning their shirts to show their chest tattoos.
It was so fucking sexy.
You have bad taste in boys, and human beings in general. Chest tattoos are what people get when they want to to make up for their bland personalities. It’s like putting rainbow food dye in mushy pea soup. It’s still pea soup now it just looks more like vomit. And has a significantly increased chance of developing hepatitis.
Anonymous asked: Stop that anon, gatic is a fantastic sonovabitch
Anon giveth anon taketh away.
Anonymous asked: bring back your pizzazz you sonovabitch. ...haters gonna hate.
I couldn’t defeat Tumblr. Tumblr defeated me. I’ve practically assimilated. Next week I’ll be a white girl saying things like “…I can’t even” and “what is air”. The following week I’ll be posting supernatural fanfic. By christmas day my condition will have deteriorated to the point where I will only be able to make moaning noises at my monitor as 24/7 wincest streams across my dashboard. Please kill me before I reach that point. Nobody deserves such an existence.