can’t wait to commission an oil portrait of myself but make it really fucked up and scary and then i’ll store it in some dusty back room of my manor house and deliberately set up dinner party guests to stumble across it and then when they’re gazing upon its wretched face i can dramatically step out of the shadows and chuckle villainously as i give some half-baked excuse as to why it’s like that and then i’ll usher them back to dinner and spend the rest of the evening dropping hints that add up to me being born sometime in the 1770s despite my obvious youth
Remember that text post from a few years back that was about how eventually this website would turn on John Mulaney the minute he did anything that showed he was a human person instead of the idealized pedestal we put him on.
It’s happening now and I’m just seeing some awful takes about what’s going on with him and it’s like: guys you aren’t entitled to know what’s going on with his private life, and it’s very entitled to feel personally betrayed about a relationship you are not a part of. Just leave the man alone. Leave everyone alone for fucks sake.
i eat 15 apples for breakfast then drive myself to the hospital just to watch the doctors get blasted backward into the drywall bc they cant withstand my aura
can’t stop thinking about my ocs. listening to music?
thinking about my ocs.
doing shit around the house? thinking about my ocs. driving somewhere?
thinking about my ocs. workin on something? thinking about my ocs.