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I’d like to introduce everyone to my new theme song

fuckin MOOD

I love the contrast between the lyrics and the melody this is art

pfffffffft nooooo I didn’t just learn this song on ukulele… at midnight…

Lyrics: 

I’ve tried, tried, tried
And I’ve tried even more 
I’ve Cried, Cried, Cried
And I can’t recall what for
I’ve pressed, I’ve pushed, I’ve yelled, I’ve begged
In hope of some success
 But the inevitable fact is that
It never will impress 

I’ve no more fucks to give,  
My fucks have runneth dry, 
I’ve tried to go fuck shopping 
But there’s no fucks left to buy
 I’ve no more fucks to give, 
Though more fucks I’ve tried to get, 
I’m over my fuck budget and
I’m now in fucking debt 

I strive, strive, strive 
To get everything done 
I’ve played by all the rules
But I’ve very rarely won,
I’ve smiled, I’ve charmed, I’ve wooed I’ve laughed,
Alas to no avail
I’ve run round like a moron,
To unequivocally fail!

I’ve no more fucks to give,
My fuck fuse has just blown,
I’ve been hunting for my fucks all day,
But they’ve upped and fucked off home,
I’ve no more fucks to give,
My fuck rations are depleted,
I’ve rallied my fuck army but It’s been fucking defeated! 

The effort has just not been worth
The time or the expense
I’ve exhausted all my energy 
For minimal recompense
The complete lack of acknowledgement 
Has now begun to gall
And I’ve come to realise that I 
Don’t give a fuck at all!

I’ve no more fucks to give,
My fucks have flown away,
My fucks are now so fucked off
They’ve refused to fucking stay!
I’ve no more fucks to give,
My fucks have gone insane
They’ve come back round and passed me
While they’re fucking off again!

I’ve no more fucks to give,
My fucks have all dissolved,
I’ve planned many projects
But my fucks won’t be involved!
I’ve no more fucks to give,
My fucks have all been spent,
They’ve fucked off from the building
And I don’t know where they went! 

I’ve no more fucks to give, 
I’ve no more fucks to give, 
I’ve no more fucks, 
I’ve no more fucks, 
I’ve no more fucks to give!

Good news folks it’s on Spotify!!!

im going to be reblogging this every few hours to make sure every single one of my followers gets to see this epic post

give this man a fucking award

This song should play every time I enter the room

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Aug 29, 2020

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Meet Ladybeard, A Cross-Dressing Wrestler And Death Metal Singer From Australia

My new atheistic is crossdressing-heavy metal-weeb-wrestlers from Australia.

Ladybeard is everything

Lady Beard’s posing game is strong.

Y’all missing that he’s now in a new idol duo called Deadlift Lolita, and his partner is this absolute babe:


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Reika Saiki is a bodybuilding model and professional wrestler as well.


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Together they ate just ✋😙👌❤️

yall

I don’t know what’s happening here but it makes me happy.

this is what my existence was missing

this slaps

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Aug 06, 2020

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I just turned to my housemate and said, “y’know, we’d never know if we were haunted” because we have four cats between us, so every clunk, bump, and crash gets entirely ignored

and now I want a movie about a ghost becoming increasingly desperate to haunt a family but they have cats and so the poor dear goes completely ignored

I’ve had this thought before. My cats aren’t allowed in the bedroom, and sometimes I hear them try to come in and just shout “No thank you!” at them. How hilarious would it be if I was really yelling at a poor ghost, trying to spook me.

Between my cat and my ADHD (wait, where did I put my purse? Wasn’t just here? Oh it’s in the pantry. Eh, must be a brain fail. Again.) I would never know whether or not my ass was haunted.

Now all we need is someone with psychosis seeing a demon and going, “Ugh. My meds are messed up again.”
Demon goes, “No I’m real.”
“Sure you are, Kevin.”
“MY NAME IS BELZEBUB.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP KEVIN I AM TRYING TO STUDY.”

A film about a person who is actually prey to a whole load of supernatural shenanigans, but just never notices at all.

Weird noises at night? Cats.

Stuff keeps showing up in places it shouldn’t? Ha! What am I like? Forget my own head next!

Monster in the bedroom? Sleep paralysis.

Demon keeps showing up? Meds messed up.

Roommate who sleeps in a coffin, has fangs, and keeps loudly saying they’re a vampire? Oh, that’s just Josh. Yeah, he’s still going through his emo phase.

The plot centres on the supernatural creatures eventually teaming up to try and see if they can scare this person together, and in the process forming stronger and stronger bonds with each other, until in the end they just all settle down to enjoy their bew found-family dynamics, along with the poor, baffled human who still has no idea what’s going on.

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Jul 02, 2020

fullofbugs:

reminder that this blog, while not politically focused, supports BLM. bootlickers and racists aren’t welcome here, and never will be.

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Jun 22, 2020

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