Mancub

the hills are aliiive with the sound of muuusic

People calling for ICE to deport Bad Bunny because he’s from Puerto Rico are so funny. It’s like saying someone should be deported because they are from Alabama. Just because you can’t understand what they are saying sometimes doesn’t make them any less American than you.

black car
black rims
black shirt
black friends

So happy that Heated Rivalry had a genuinely great ending and not the exuberantly depressing “we must accept our fates because gays aren’t allowed to be happy” trope

I am the dark.
I am the night.
I am lactose intolerant.

face: bearded
arms: tatted
biscuit: risked for

when your dictator blows his diaper out and you have to pretend you can’t smell it

ghosting the roster to watch my comfort show for the 67th time

men in country music don’t yodel whine like they used to and that’s what’s wrong with America

my love language is silence and zero obligations

“you better not be a slutty little porcelain pig devoid of all thought when I get there”
me:

“you pick”
me:

“Krampus Klaus can’t hurt you he isn’t real.”
Krampus Klaus:

does she rub your feet when you’ve had a long day?
scratch your scalp when you take out your braids?
does she know that you like to play PS2 til 6 in the mornin like I do?

hehe no am bear am crocko bamboozled again

maintaining my whimsy while the world burns

Beetlejuice is a horror movie that explores the persistence of capitalism beyond even Death itself

“the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma”

literally me:

mentally I am here

before you thirst over me just know I look like this

pretending to understand french vibin to doja’s album

Welcome to Gay. Here are your brochures for caffeine addiction and body dysmorphia. Have you selected a mediocre pop singer to obsess over who will never know you exist yet?

Happy Octobear 1st 🖤

“Yeah, look at me, really look at me
Loaded the magazine, they throwin' the book at me
I'm bookin' it eighty miles per hour 'cause my jewelry
I'm cookin' some collard greens, I ain't got no room for these”

do you want a hole tour?
I can take you to the first, second, third hole
and I promise you you’ll love all of my holes
I just want you to come inside

the ideal man

big of arms
pure of heart
dumb of ass

sees a bicep vein
me:

getting through a depressy eppy just to feel another one coming on

when the world’s on fire but you’re still trying to enjoy spooky season

One thing about me is I reciprocate energy. Treat me how you wanna be treated. That’s a threat.