Reblog to tell ur aro friends you'll help them commit crimes
I feel like when people first meet me they equate me to finding a raccoon in the garage at 3am and at first are like “oh hey look at this little weird fuck” and then they realize there is something wrong with the raccoon and go “ooh it’s got rabies” as I scamper away
I have many regrets in my life. Pasta is not one of them. Never regret the pasta.
I just got two more piercings so now I have seven in total and I feel like I’m just becoming a dragon and my hoard of treasure is just a crap ton of piercings.


mwagneto
