the year is 2066. physical contact has been outlawed. hug dealers tenderly embrace people in the dead of night and shady people hold hands in dark streets
i want to read this novel
I want to write this novel.
I want to edit this novel.
Sounds like we have a plan.I want to produce the movie
I’m directing the porn parody
I’m buying the porn parody
I ACCIDENTALLY HIT THE WRONG THING WHEN EDITING A GIF OF A SLOTH AND IT’S FLASHING WHITE BETWEEN THE FRAMES
IT LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING HORROR MOVIE
WEEPING SLOTH
DON’T BLINK
BLINK AND AT SOME POINT YOU WILL DIE
THEY ARE SLOW. SLOWER THAN YOU CAN EVER IMAGINE.
my theater teacher has this hanging above his desk
imagine your icon tucking you into bed and reading to you



