ATX born n raised n rooted • in love and engaged to a lovely genderfucky dyke cryptid robot furry god fae thing • Current main: Siruss(he/it/any) • a bunch of fuckers in a 28 year old tranny meat suit trying to get by. fuckin nuts. probably high. fueled by spite, music, sadomasochism and curiosity. we use this like a journal, it's the internet, don't be so serious • disabled. sooo mentally ill. seasoned substance abuser
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Text
I think in another life I would've been a really great streamer, but not in the 'I want to become a streamer' way. In the 'in some fucked up timeline I'm quail824 and I have a small fortune thanks to my followers who continually pelt me with rocks every single day' way
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
cranking out 3-noters like it's nothing i OWN this damn 'site
22K notes
·
View notes
Note
Please please please please please please please can you tell me some fun or cute stories about you raising sheep 🥺🥺
The sheep were well trained to come to my call, a call that's half a yodel to the words "heeeeey sheep!" I can still do it, and it does indeed echo through the hills. Icelandics are too clever for their own good, and they all have big twisting horns, regardless of gender (though they have differing sizes), so they would frequently have an absolutely brilliant idea about how to move the wires of the fencing around just enough to get the grass outside the paddock... and then have no way to get their horns back through. No matter how small the mesh was, they would somehow figure themselves a way to get stuck in it, so when i heard a "baaaaa" from down in the field, 90% of the time i had a very annoyed staring match with a very stuck sheep for a few moments, before she would guiltily let me touch her head and horns and get her free. Also, because they were such escape artists, they would sometimes figure out how to get the gates open, or pull apart a wide enough section of fence to get their whole bodies through, and they'd go running off into the woods. This wasn't a huge deal though, because it inevitably meant i'd go out to the barn, do my signature echo through the hills and forests sheep call, and a minute later the entire flock would come barreling out of the tree line straight towards me, hungry for treats, which they would proceed to nibble directly out of my hands, and then follow along close behind me as i walked them back down to their paddock.
136 notes
·
View notes
Text
Twitter is dead tiktok is dead and me im kinda horny
7K notes
·
View notes
Note
tboy is such a cool fucking word
hell yeah it is
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
6K notes
·
View notes
Text
just remember, one day you're going to open tumblr and the crabs will be raving like they never have before
61K notes
·
View notes
Text
yeah
do you think a cemetery angel and a gargoyle could fall in love
75K notes
·
View notes
Text
one of our system members went "hey- hey, put a dill pickle spear and some pickle juice in that double shot of jack-n-coke with a splash of cinnamon jack that you made. trust me. trust. me."
and you know what, he was right.
0 notes
Text
old fb uploads of concerts will always send me
6K notes
·
View notes
Text
call your phone and open up my fate, 'cause I know you're so connected... I need poison, mitigate my pain. oh, feel my toes go golden, up in flames, give me false hope in my veins. tranquilize and modify my brain...
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
fuck "my dms are open ask me pwrsonal questions u//w//u') sending real reasons not to kill myself would be appreciated thanks
0 notes
Text
dont know how to get this gunk off my car so ive just been driving lol REALLY bumpy today
9K notes
·
View notes
Text
I think perhaps that I do not need an elaborate talking-button set up to know what my pet is thinking.
518 notes
·
View notes
Text
actual highlight of my day was learning @therealjacksepticeye is back on tumblr and idk how i feel about that so was it actually the highlight of my day (yeah)
0 notes