Wasn’t expecting to actually ever get it when I signed that survey. Pretty cool.

Holy shit people who’ve been shipped more or less since the beginning by the author himself have feelings for eachother, stop the presses
Wonder if all these “transgender” people on this thing know that they’ll never know what it’s like to be the opposite gender. Just a thought.
what??????
Well, think about it; all these people saying they’re whatever gender they believe they are, right? It’s just always struck me as odd that some claim they’re the opposite gender (“they biologically are gender has nothing to do with biological sex and” yadda yadda yadda long-winded explanation that goes in circles) when it’s completely impossible to know what it’s like to be the opposite gender, even with hormone treatments and surgery for the ones that want to go under the knife to get close.
i identify as someone with no legs
die cis scum
Searched through the “die cis scum” tag for crazies to laugh at and found this.
Made my day, bravo.
complete cockfacery aside, all I’m saying is, who the fuck would actually want to live in ~*domestic bliss*~ with Eridan, Gamzee or Karkat? if I’m marrying a fucking troll, it’s fucking Tavros. at least he’s low-maintenance and not completely insufferable.
official homestuck wives
theres actually a tavroswaifu but she’s not ‘official’ yet
tavrosismywaifu to be exact
why are there homestuck waifus to begin with

I had to get new bed sheets today, and I asked myself: what are the most asinine sheets I can buy?
And then I took this picture, which is, being honest, the only photo of myself worth existing anymore.
My God, you are a chiseled Adonis. Zeus himself carved you from purest marble.
It’s this special kind of dream where you’re fully conscious but your body still thinks you’re asleep, so you can see and think and breathe and shit, but you can’t move at all because the body releases chemicals while you sleep to completely prevent you moving. It’s so you…
how’re you sure that wasn’t reality
It’s this special kind of dream where you’re fully conscious but your body still thinks you’re asleep, so you can see and think and breathe and shit, but you can’t move at all because the body releases chemicals while you sleep to completely prevent you moving. It’s so you don’t sleepwalk or roll into the waiting mouth of a predator.
Anyways, along with being unable to move while awake, you’re also treated to the most vivid, realistic nightmares of your entire life! Just last night the Grim Reaper loomed over my bed, made a cut-throat motion over me and said, in a raspy voice, “Don’t ever wake up, or you’re next.” All the while a centipede skittered out of one eyesocket, into the other, out one of his nostrils and back into an eye-socket.
And that’s one of my more mild sleep paralysis sessions. Fun!

That makes no sense and is based on something a bunch of retards came up with because his last name is English and Jake’s grandmammy made a bunch of technology and based her company off of Lord English to piss off the Condesce.







