aight.

the idea that every summer will be as hot if not hotter than this for the rest of my life is unbearable i need to (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) murder an oil executive

"there is no way you're not using chatgpt for at least a few things here and there no matter your stance on it" what the FUCK are you talking about

There is supposed to be a place where no one can reach you. Traditionally, the home, but now we settle for the ocean, the airplane, the summit of a mountain, the middle of a lake, the shower, the womb, the grave

the doctor says i got an attention deficit so y'all gotta gimme more

Well, you know what they say; Rome was built in a day, and if you're going any slower than that, you're basically fucked with no hope at all

do not free my man i want him miserable and trapped forever

to be entirely honest i want him dead. ideally by his own hand.

I’m working on myself. I should be emotionally available by 2027 I can feel it.

I may be kinda mid but when you take into account that I’ve been dead for several months I really could be doing worse

(In the cuck chair)(starts booing)

(Wife looks over)(I do a roman emperor thumbs down)(she executes the other guy)

[image text: Got a really crazy fic coming up in the next 7-8 years. Stay tuned. /end]

lets touch our antennae together. i don’t care anymore. i just wanna feel you. i don’t care that it’s not allowed or it’s weird. fuck the colony. let’s go off into the long grass where no one can find us and touch antennae. just you and me