my biggest kink is when they compliment my gameplay and decision making

*Paws at you* one more game *Paws at you* one more game *Paws at you* one more game *Paws at you* one more game *Paws at you* one more game *Paws at you* we can’t end on a loss

i could have the bmi of a sickly victorian child and still have face fat

the cats in china guard the front door how cute!!

i need more beautiful female moots my homeboys dead make me want to start abusing drugs.

nice guys don’t finish last, yall actually finish too fast

i feel like a fucking ugly fat monster when my tweets do better than the pictures of myself. like i guess i should just keep talking about how league turns me on.

i’m full build n ready to go wuju style

thinking you’re the only girl he’s playing aram with is like thinking the stripper loves you.

gosh this guy in front of me smells so fucking bad i can tell he’s a masters + player.

a girlfriend would genuinely heal me.

I don’t want flying cars. I want three winning lanes.