Attempting to take photos to show off my new glasses.
HEYYYYYYYYYYYY SEXY LADAAAAAAY
The BROTP talks about masturbation habits
After I said I had some leftover birthday cake for breakfast.
Sarah: you should go beat your past self up for that cake
Me: Sounds like a good idea.
Me: Except for breaking asunder all of time and space.
Sarah: yeah but cake
Me: I CAN'T OPEN MY CHOCOLATE BAR
Me: *PTERODACTYL SCREECH*
Kaycee: GET THE CHAINSAW
We're trying to come up with a brotp phrase since Kayrah is taken
Me: brotp: basket of pirates
Kaycee: brotp: I wish I liked tea
Kaycee: brotp: I find your bondage story adorable.
Me: brotp: You're a terrible influence.
Kaycee: brotp: because grammar.
Kaycee: /just taking lines from our conversations
Me: /good way to do it
Kaycee: brotp: I want to bite it!
Kaycee: brotp: I like nebulae
Me: ...what are we
In which Sarah and I talk about asses.
Sarah: I have a hard time recognizing good and bad asses <_<;
Sarah: I am always like, "Yep, that's a butt."
Sarah: "Good for you, butt."
Me: This is going on Tumblr.
Banner art for quillkind, done on stipulation that I didn’t have to do graphic design, text shit, or complicated colors because I am a lazy fuck.
THIS CONTINUES TO MAKE ME RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY
Me: a;lskghasg;lkhasg JARED LIKED THE BROTP STATUS
Kaycee: WHO? WHY IS THIS IMPORTANT?
Me: JARED. PROFESSOR OF HOTNESS.
Kaycee: I like this one
Me: He almost never likes my stuff and THAT is what he likes
Me: This is what love feels like
Kaycee: KEEP THIS ONE.
Kaycee: MAKE BABIES WITH THIS ONE.
THE BROTP HAS SPOKEN
THE MURDER SPREEPOCALYPSE IS UPON US
THE HORSES SHALL GATHER
Me: [copies in post about meeting a boy online only to find out he is a moth]
Me: what WOULD you do
Kaycee: I would squish him
Me: Nooooo he worked so hard for your LOVE
Kaycee: Lying bastard.
Me: DID YOU EVER ASK HIM IF HE WAS HUMAN. DID YOU. MAYBE THE ISSUE OF SPECIES NEVER CAME UP.
Kaycee: Well we would obviously would have talked about sex, and I have two rules about sex. 1. No bestiality or incest. 2. No fecal fetishes.
Me: I would not squish him. I would let him sit on my head and we would have the most wonderful adventures. "Onward, moth!" I would say, and he would chitter, or whatever moths do.