on my sigma grindset (transitioning) to amass capital (boobs) so I can join the ruling class (women)

they should invent a pie that kills you

if dead poets society was made today there’d be way more boys kissing.

‘lick my wounds’? yeah i bet you’d like to!

saw twelve angry men, and let me tell you that title is misleading. there were only like 6 angry men! now, if they had called it 12 sweaty men…

sitting in a thai restaurant with my white relatives watching them all eye the chilli powder like it’s a chemical weapon