Every time I think of the black market, I actually imagine a market, with little stalls selling illegal things like nuclear weapons and organs.
*puts a piece of gum in my mouth*
*chews till it runs out of flavor*
*puts another piece in so theres flavor again*
*is soon chewing 6 entire packs of flavorless gum*

my life all wrapped up into one photo
everyone says “just get out and leave everything behind in the event of a house fire” like no fuck that shit im grabbing every electronic i can hold
me:
whoa it sure is late, time to go to be-
me:
is that a 30,000 word fanfic

when people try to force me to socialize
im allergic to homework, effort, and group projects
I need to stop caring about fictional lesbians
buttercup’s reaction to getting money is similar to my own



