My extremely horny detractors

lying in front of the street cleaner

did the street cleaner believe you?

it is like talking to a fucking genie with you people

i only transitioned so that i could look hot af in a tshirt and pants

genuinely one of my favorite pictures of myself

guys i just got the best anon ever idk if i can post this i want to keep it framed in my inbox forever.

the disgusting can really be so beautiful if you're enlightened enough

I make what I call blueberry mush: 1/4th sugar, 1/4th breadcrumbs, 1/2 crushed blueberries. Every year when there's blueberries out there I go feral for them. Yesterday I had no breadcrumbs left to mix to my delicious blueberry hoard of the day, so I ground up a goddamn old dried up bread loaf end with a stone mortar and pestle for the crumbs. Proper 1800s type of shit. A friend of mine called this "caveman wife material activities."

not even like using a blender???

Don't own one, don't need one. I fucking love my mortar and pestle.

Can you instruct your cottage to walk over to the berries for you?

been stewing on an analytical approach to fiction which I call "is this book afraid of me?" and in order to answer this question you determine how hard the book is trying to make sure you don't come after the writer on twitter

Please keep making art. Please make it for yourself. Please don’t let everything become even more of the same flat general appeal nonsense that doesn’t seem to have anything to say