Under the circumstances i will not be thank u

i dont know what love island is but from what ive heard its like danganronpa for people that use snapchat

I don't need the chatgpt random algorithm to write emails for me because I already have a custom and 100% flawless algorithm called "writing the exact same three emails with the names changed"

"but op I work in an office I have to write way more emails than you" well that's your fault for working in an office i got nothing to do with that

to everyone who wants help with emails: go through the notes of this post. there are ideas I've never thought of and plenty of scripts for all kinds of situations/jobs

you catch me in my room watching something kinky, but instead of masturbating I'm just watching intently and taking notes like it's a college lecture

this post is about me being an asexual lesbian, can you please stop tagging this as the guy from death note for the love of god

List of words containing “meow”: meow, meowed, meowing, meows, homeowner

This is literally destroying my life.

this is not an isolated event it's kinda a weird phenomenon and it's rly just...idk feels kinda dehumanizing. the concept is thoughtful but the execution ends up being a new form of a microagression

“my father is a boy and my mother is a girl so i’m mixed” is the funniest possible response to someone asking your gender and it came from 6’5 Viking footballer and notable weird little guy Erling Haaland on a Snapchat

There is no greater bond on this earth than when you all despise and carry untold righteous anger about one person and then when you’re all together someone is like “so about that dead horse” and everyone starts sounding like Michael Jackson with the way they’re chanting beat it

#alternate closer #yes the forest is haunted but the trees are gorgeous

seeing men on their knees awakens something so primal within me. Like it’s borderline pathological

love remembering that what prompted this post was going to a brian sella solo show at a coffee shop and hanging around afterwards. where he, for some reason, crawled around on the stage to talk to people. and he just sat on his knees and signed my ann ep while telling me his mother designed the cover art. then fast forward i’m somehow getting in contact with a stranger through a tfb fan group who recognized me because i was wearing yellow. and she happened to get the interaction on video and sent it to me. months later. so now i just have him doing this. on video. like 6’3* btw

men used to deal with loneliness by writing shit like catcher in the rye or the death of ivan ilyich but now they go right to manosphere podcasts and peptides