Oh, she's cunting for sure!

"i asked chatgpt" well i asked the girls in my phone, and they answered with love and wisdom and bias

(in love with you) (bursting at the seams to talk to you) (heart teeming chest aching) hey how are you

going to the movies should cost $1.00. bobcorn should be a free treat

Realistically I know “let’s all kill ourselves” is just as bad or maybe worse than “im going to kill myself” but in my head it’s like. ok but im establishing a sense of community and proposing a group activity? like are we really going to get mad about that

I think every lesbian who says she wouldn't date a bi woman is functionally on the same wavelength as men who say they would only marry a virgin

it all boils down to "penis steals women's purity" and there's literally no non-shitty way to believe that. being gay doesn't give you a get out of jail free card for being sexist

[anxious, concerned] im so fucked. theres so many things about me my friends would hate if they found out about. if anyone knew who i really am id be completely and torally despised [thinks a little harder] But thats fine. Everyone is like this. Its normal actually. Everyone is secretly evil but its not a big deal. Its like chill.

*coughs blood* youre all just jealous of my wound. yuore trying to make me get rid of it because you wish you had a wound this cool

where is shame stored in the body because i’m willing to part with a limb or two

dude honestly shout out to my guards i told them to seize this guy and before i could even finish my sentence they soze him. My goats

There’s an emotion only unlocked when you live in a house with multiple stories. I call it “the stair emotion” and it’s when you realize the object you need is on the other side of yet another trip up and down those goddamn stairs. It’s the closest I get to transcending the desire for material goods. Maybe I don’t need that notebook. Maybe I don’t need anything.

i think about this post like. once a week. and i mean that.