imagine if you could telepathically make people orgasm you could make their lives really awkward
if it can fly
it should die
this is probably what metatron was thinking
the year is 2066. physical contact has been outlawed. hug dealers tenderly embrace people in the dead of night and shady people hold hands in dark streets
i want to read this novel
I want to write this novel.
I want to edit this novel.
Sounds like we have a plan.
I want to produce the movie
I’m directing the porn parody
I’m buying the porn parody
abandoned theme parks look rad as fuck someone go explore one with me
you are the first five minutes of supernatural
If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet