My Oil Painting Of An Uncrustable

deltarune tomorrow. haha. ha ha. tomorrow. deltarune tomorrow. deltarune tomorrow deltarune tomorrow deltarune tomorrow deltarune tomorr

just played ch. 1 of ena dream bbq, are my observations correct

"deltarune tomorrow" i mutter repeatedly to myself in the dark corner of the room. my voice high-pitched and my words stuttery and incoherent. the same message has been scrawled all over the walls in red crayon, each letter now becoming more illegible with each passing day. my eyes, wide and bloodshot. my hair, messy and frazzled, as they drag me away to the psyche ward

what do you mean i can’t make two fictional men kiss. what do you mean i have to “go to work” and “clock in for my shift”

Me if I were a rambunctious mobile phone

write my essay on government policy. or write ultrakill fanfiction. decisions, decisions

to everyone drawing gabriel with a massive chest:

keep up the good work