you ever look at a kink and think “nah” then a few years later look at the same kink and go “actually yes”
(baby starts to speak its first words)
me: dad ? :-)
baby: die cis scum
Telling the substitute teacher the wrong names: a classic. Telling the substitute teacher you are so old and born again every day, that ten thousand names could never define you, that you’re a shadowed mass swirling forth from jupiter, that your father is time and your mother is death, that you’ll swallow any scream of hers as you grow larger and ever larger: a super classic, king of the school, no homework ever.
Adore made herstory with this lipsync.