aspiring sillyguy

heartwarming: transfem named mary sue and transmasc named gary stu have had a beautiful nonbinary baby named donut steel

im so hungry i could eat a amazing food and refreshing drink

i wish my brain were not full of gludge. i would like to be using it & because of the gludge i cannot do that.

thank you for playing stupid games. unfortunately due to ongoing supply line issues, right now we can only give out normal prizes

computa make my mutuals have a great day

They found the last golden ticket . So that’s just it then . Fuck my stupid horrible pathetic life. Cabbage soup for dinner again , my stupid mothtsr. Grandpa Joe said he’s sorry but I know he doesn’t really give a fuck . And who gives a fuck about the other three old people in my house . Whatever their names is. Fuck fuck fuck it’s all worthless . They even made fun of me at school for only buying like 3 wonka bars. Nepo pricks . Fuck my stupid life it’s all fucked it’s all fucked . And my last name is bucket

Does anyone else have an list of 10-15 untouchable thoughts that if you let yourself remeber or think about them for even a second it’s excruciating or is this a me thing

[forgetting I am mentally ill] why do I feel so Bad

like why are mobile games allowed to lie about what they are in ads. wasn’t that illegal at one point

let me out of the fucking CYBER WORLD

lemon is so so so fucking good in sweet food and savory food and spicy food and salty food and drinks. she has it all

i would like a hug…. JUST KIDDING! i would like TWO hugs. (suddenly becomes cold and standoffish) i don’t need anything or anyone and i don’t want to talk about it.

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

they should make a second car horn where instead of honking it says "i love you my beautifil friend the light is green please go" and a third car horn that says "hi grandma" for when you see your grandma while youre driving