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ive got a job as tumbr junk isnpector send me wat you have

i will never experience this beuty

Im trying to be a new me i did lots of horible things back then i was blackout in the pic u attached its one of mylowest monents i was a peice of shit and it hurts so bad to think about but now i got a new man in my life to set me steaight and His name is God 🙏 amwn

I am forever of the opinion that SO many people would be so much happier if they stopped trying to fit their relationships and feelings into "just friends" and "romantic partners". man those are two boxes. twoooo. you are an entire living being. you are alive and your brain is full of electric signals and your body is sending crazy chemicals all over the place. you cannot always cram your experiences into two neat cookie cutter shapes. you are alive on this stupid gay earth please relax and have fun. I love you

some of you need to look up alterous attraction and relationship anarchy and queerplatonicism. and some of you need to stop policing other peoples' relationships because you're uncomfortable that they don't fit into your two funny boxes. my wizard wisdom

making a pilgrimage to tumblr & getting conned by a blogger claiming to sell scraps of the shroud of pjackk

i don’t support copyright law (mostly) but i do think people need to get comfortable with citing their sources and giving credit where it’s due

pitch for my new tarot card “Skeleton… Skeleton Fly Guy. Yeah. That’s What We’re Going With”

A millennial 9/11 coded experience for Gen Z is going to be 8 years from now meeting an adult that doesn't remember covid.

I always loved how back in the day before cellphones, people were unreachable if they weren’t at home. You can call but I won’t be there to answer. You can leave a message but you don’t know how long it’ll be until I hear it. You don’t know if I’m home, but you will have to make the trip to come to my house and knock on the door, hoping I’ll be there. And if I’m not…you can’t reach me!! Now that everyone has a cellphone the expectation of being reachable 24/7 is so disastrous. And let’s not even get into read receipts. I think one of the worst times of my inner peace is when I had an apple watch and suddenly every text and phone call and notification was on my freaking wrist, even if my phone was giving the illusion of distance by being in my pocket or bag or charging in another room. I stopped using it in 2022 and I’d rather eat a jean jacket with no water than ever be so connected again. “oh you can just turn off notifications!” not the point.

I have a headache because I'm a bad person

my aura too cunt My blog too suicidal my fit too mid My bitch hate me