Yesterday night a lady came through our drive through and was like “the way the planets are aligning and the fact that we’re getting a blood moon has me worried. I sense severe werewolf activities on the horizon. You better walk your coworker to her car tonight after you’ve closed” and I didn’t even know what to say I was just like “yes ma’am”
for the asexuals who hate sex. the asexuals who love sex. the asexuals who couldnt care about sex any less if they tried. the trans and nonbinary asexuals. the asexuals with queer romantic leanings. the asexuals who are heteroromantic. neurodiverse and/or disabled asexuals. this ones for you *my first bullet enters jfk's back*
I firmly believe what ever you’re obsessed with at 11/12 years old becomes a core part of who you are, regardless if you lose interest in it or not. Maybe some of you were lucky and were obsessed with warrior cats or smth, and if you’re real unlucky it was probably twilight.