Never trust someone who identifies as incapable of throwing a fit. All that means is they’re doing it silently, probably most of the time.

Slimed

Cue struggle/recovery phase in which I am frequently brain accosted with the image of being penetrated by a greedy indiscriminate budging phallus slicked with primordial snot and covered in an oppressively thick layer of tiny diseased insects frantically climbing over one another. I am haunted by images like this; Not only was I incapable of […]