To Get More Man Milk.

Oww.

I pray for homestuck.com to come home safe every day

when will homestuck.com return from the war

It's okay babyfish, I'm here for you

nobody calls me babygirl on here it's always 'fish'

If you are emo or gay you have a cat. If you are both then you have multiple cats.

I love this

I'm failing guys

There are 2 wolves inside you, one simps for sweet and kindhearted twinks, the other simps for big and dangerous bone crushers

I'll sell you for a baconator

My version of self care is a wendy's baconator

Do you ever feel like a starving carnivore?

What do you mean?

Well, sometimes, very rarely mind you, but once in a blue moon I get into this mood where I like, feel like I wanna eat organs or some shit. Not a random person though, I'm not Jeffery Dahmer! It's like I wanna eat myself? Like I get a rage and my head gets filled with violent gore and screaming and I wanna tear flesh from bone like I'm a wild animal or a monster or something, but in a weird way at the same time I always wanna be torn apart myself, feel the pain, I desire it. I tend to eat gas station meats when I feel like that, viciously rip it with my teeth, sometimes I get cheetos or takis too and it's like I'm breaking through bones, and in a weird way, I'm not me anymore. I'm a monster tearing myself apart. I'm a ravenous creature feasting on fresh meat and chewing through bones and drinking in the viscous blood. I'm me and I'm the monster I run from, I'm the monster and the meat.

When it ends it helps, I feel better, I'm not mad anymore, the monster is fed and it can go back to it's cage for a long time before it inevitably begins to starve again.

I don't know how to get rid of the monster that desires so desperately sometimes to eat me and begs for a visceral mess of carnage. I don't think I could deny it forever no matter how hard I tried. I can delay it, I don't open that cage until I am home, but the monster won't let me rest if I don't feed it eventually, fake meat, fake blood, fake bones, for the imaginary monster. I don't know how to get rid of the desire to be torn apart by it.

Like I said, it doesn't happen often, and I never hurt anyone in reality, I don't even hurt anyone in my head, the monster eats me, I am the monster, I only eat myself. I don't know what that means though.

The best way I can describe it is feeling like a starving carnivore.

I wish there was human safe disinfectant, like so you could just spray it in your face and get rid of all the germs, like when people get too close you can do that right after and now you're germ free again.

Like that! ^

There's no way in hell the second pirates of the Caribbean movie came out the same year as meet the Robinsons and ratatouille, I swear ratatouille came out before I was born dude, and there is no way in fuckin hell meet the Robinsons came out anytime after the 90s, no fuckin way in hell itself wtf is going on