bless my beautiful worthwhile life

feeling pretty dissociative and alienated from personhood rn if any bad bitches want to exploit me as a living weapon

"Peggle make phone calls" has become shorthand for "fuck it, whatever" for me but no one ever knows what im talkingabout and it's also longer (longhand?)

what world do people imagine their fursonae exist inside of. I love how undefined it is. some people are like "this is my sona Hryàxe, a hybrid dragon with ice powers who has been alive through three astral ages and toppled many kingdoms of men" and someone else is like "this is my sona he's an arctic fox named blurt and hes a barista in Toronto who loves to play mahjong." And then blurt and hryàxe are lovingly having sex on a tropical beach somewhere. and I'm like how'd they get to the beach

has anyone noticed that sometimes you take incorrect or undesirable actions instead of the correct and desirable ones? what's up with that

And like who the fuck is this guy [gestures to reflection in mirror alone in bathroom

have you reopened the wound? will you reopen the wound? when will you reopen the wound?

they're executing the count from sesame street for violating the masquerade