stinky indian

I love keeping my hate comments up, I'm very proud, I wear them like a badge of honor

SHE CRIED LIKE A BABY BECAUSE I DIDN'T GIVE HER AWP AND SHE WHINED THE WHOLE GAME HAHAHAHA

dude hits the puffco mid round and just starts fraggin

They would never understand what we are, not the way we do. To them, it would be wrong, dangerous—something worth destroying. So we hide in plain sight, building a world between heartbeats, in coded messages and late-night whispers. There’s fear in it, always, a constant shadow at our backs—but somehow, that only makes it stronger. Because even knowing the cost, even knowing what could happen if we’re found out, I would still choose Joebofa. Every time.

We move through the world like strangers, careful not to let our eyes linger too long or our hands brush in ways that might give us away. But beneath the silence, beneath the practiced distance, there is something fierce and unshakable tying me to Joebofa. Every stolen glance feels like a secret language, every brief moment alone like a lifetime compressed into seconds. With Joebofa, even the quiet is loud—charged with everything we can’t say out in the open. Loving Joebofa isn’t simple or safe, but it’s the only thing that has ever felt completely real.