sleep is stolen time. don't let them take it from you anymore. tonight. we are staying up. til one billion o clock.

hello male writer. before you is a typewriter. you have one day to write a novella with a woman as the protagonist without describing her breasts. the timer begins now

Her ass was like a peach, and brother I’m in her pit.

well. that one’s on me

good morning it's don't crash out Thursday where we try our hardest not to crash out. on Thursday

clark kent ticking the organ donor box on his drivers license automatically out of the goodness of his heart and then panicking because what if he actually dies somehow and some human gets a super heart what would even HAPPEN like he can't have his kryptonian retinas with laser vision donated to a random eight year old and so he has to awkwardly go back to the DMV to get it changed to not an organ donor but he's so embarrassed the whole time because the DMV employees will think he's a bad person that by the time he's done he has to go cry in the car

Artemis II is just... adorable.

2 compliments on my outfit so far and I've only been outside for an hour oh ladies we've got a WINNER

It's bc I'm wearing heels & little booty shorts and I didn't shave my legs btw. #STRUTTHATSHIT2026

I once heard a quote by a dude named Alan Watts that went “A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. So, he loses touch with reality, and lives in a world of illusions” and now when I get trapped in an anxiety spiral that likes to pop in too

I think the internet might be like this as well actually

This quote may in fact be the philosophical highbrow equivalent of Bitch Go Touch Grass