Ian

is this thing on?

Anonymous asked: what's your biggest sexual fantasy (besides forced feminization, of course)?

alright i spot you looking over to me when i first walk into chucky cheese. we make eye contact for a good 15 seconds and i nod my head. i slowly make my way to the ball pit and lay down in it. kids are jumping and rolling around. you enter the netted room and the kids leave. we make love. i never get to know your name. 

or i tuck my dinky and dance in public and my family watches….feminization

this looks too much like doya not to reblarg

this looks too much like doya not to reblarg

(Source: , via afutiledread)

As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are…

Gone.

—Synecdoche, New York (via downrightpuerility)

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Neanderthal

—Crawl

talkispoisonidea:

Neaderthal: Crawl

(via weareallghosts)

johmsnowing:

I forgot this song existed.  I don’t know who uploaded this.  I don’t know who would’ve had an mp3 of this.  I didn’t think this song still existed.  holy shit.

(background: this was written at least six years ago.  I came up with the first line in my basement while tinkering on a bass, called a friend to tell him I was coming to record something, stopped at borders on the way and wrote the lyrics in the parking lot, got to my friend’s house, recorded this, left.  this could be part one in a trilogy with “kiss kitty” and “pump fake.”  I started drinking around the same time I wrote this.  holy shit.  this is kind of wonky sounding, but it is so sad.)

car accidents don’t make you feel good.fuck