heretical dyke

Am walking through Manhattan, there's a woman who can't be more than 25 in a big fur coat, walking with a cane, angrily saying into her headpiece "I want them them destroyed," I feel like an extra in a movie

they sell items at tjmaxx that even God is not aware of

hearing a beloved friend say the words 'can i be mean for a sec' is like watching an angel descend from the heavens and kiss you on the forehead

“but if i communicate it perfectly then they will understand me” WRONG 10,000 years of suffering

there's no chill way to be like, "yeah, I think generative AI is a crime against God and man."

I drew her black because nigga-fication beam

my cherios spelled out my exact address this morning but like what the gudge ever i gobbled those honey nut freaks up and licked the bowl too

woman moment

the kids in hsm2 shouldve unionized that country club