Claustrophobic spaces make me really comfortable
I like to stack things
I love noses
I take naps more frequently than I sleep at night
Clothes are no fun
I love words
Laps were made for sitting on
Hair twirling is my hobby
My library books are always overdue
I love because I can't help it
"Control yourself," whispers the conscience.
"Stop," whispers the wallet.
"Shut up, we’re in a bookstore," whispers the heart.
on the one hand bronies “coming out” as a ponysexual or whatever because they think it’s just as dangerous as being gay is appropriative and homophobic as hell but on the other hand imagine some 22 year old with premature balding twisting his fedora in his greasy hands as he tearfully explains to his horrorstruck parents that he jacks off to technicolor horses
there’s a reddit thread devoted to people grumping about this very post