It’s been over 36 hours since the world was supposed to end.
My body is tired.
But I will dance on, as it has been prophesied by the great one.
YEAH WELL I DONT GET YOU AND YOUR FUCKING “I’M GOING TO AN MCR CONCERT I HOPE GERARD WAY NOTICES ME” OUTFIT YOU MIDDLE SCHOOL SACK OF SHIT
remember when chompy the goat became mayor
didn’t he eat someone’s pants
he did a lot more than that
I have a tab open of a picture of Harriett Tubman that I switch to whenever my parents walk in and think I’m doing homework.
I think I’ve been doing it since fifth grade idk why they haven’t caught on I just stare intently at the picture until they leave.