- call you names
- tell you weird and personal details about myself
- say “I NEED TO PEE” instead of just brb
- type in caps a lot.
If i’m extra comfortable with you I’ll do all that and:
- talk casually about porn and really perverted thoughts
- share funny photos from my tumblr dash
- actually tell you when i’m upset
- try to make conversation with you
- just generally act really silly when I’m in a good mood
- tell you jokes even if they’re bad
i finally finished this thing and i forgot tumblr hates images
so if you want to see it you’ll have to go to deviantart i’m sorry
ANYWAYS this really is just an unorganized mess of headcanons and speculation of noiz’s good ending because i love seeing what other characters do when you don’t pick their route
and also domestic noiao because duh
i’m sure my structural drawing and creative writing professors sensed this awful disturbance…
Charles Bukowski (via bittersweetsongs)
Wow bukowski so profound do you also bathe fully clothed you dickhead. “Oohh isn’t it funny that a person will eat when they’re hungry but will duck if you throw an apple at their face”
I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.