Ralph Fiennes on the cover of Vanity Fair in 1995 looking like a shirtless twink who just rode a motorcycle in Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown (hair is insane).
Struggling to “find the joy” today, then I saw this.
Ralph Fiennes on the cover of Vanity Fair in 1995 looking like a shirtless twink who just rode a motorcycle in Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown (hair is insane).
Struggling to “find the joy” today, then I saw this.
Absolutely shocked that the folks who call everyone a groomer are nominating a pedophile to be the attorney general.
i’m a slave to the slime
all dan, no zig
wolverine could heal professor x of his paralysis if he pissed all over his legs
scientists have discovered ice outside
Doomsday peppers
learning to read braille with my dick
If I accidentally killed someone on a Western movie set I'd lean into it.
www.nytimes.com/2024/01/19/a...
Thinking bout this a lot lately.
what’s up
i wish i could make more noise
i pray for god to stop me
i pray your endeavor is fruitful
i’m probably the brown one
General Mille FRANKEN BERRY STRAWBERRY FLAVOURED CEREAL WITH MONSTER MARSHMALLOWS
Halloween Eve breakfast
i was just talking to the neighborhood cats and they said nice things about you
my brain is a bastard
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looking into the maw of some earthly hell what’s up with you
bring back treating graveyards like parks
i’m aight, could be better but could be much much worse
uhhhhhh howzitgoin
reaching for everything that’s left
releasing pheromones for my crush i hope she doesn’t puke
kill all the druids
When you eat dirt mud god is pleased
i wish i had dumbass chameleon eyes