fascinated by jeff the killer tbh. everyone in that creepypasta has generic white usamerican names (jeff, keith, barbara, billy, etc.) except for jeff the killer's doe eyed little brother liu. why is he liu. is liu chinese? it's okay if he's chinese. is jeff also chinese? has jeff the killer been chinese this whole time? am I a bad person?

please god let chatgpt die out like nfts did. With a fast and graceless fall into irrelevancy

Like to charge, reblog to cast.

This spell has a very low hit ratio, so we need a lot of us to do it.

happy pride to losers who get no bitches and stack no paper

happy birthday, gilbert baker. (june 2, 1951 — march 31, 2017)

Daily affirmations for tesla owners: your car is ugly as hell and everyone hates you

Isn't it so funny how Orpheus said he'd go to the end of time for Eurydice. and they're. they're in a time loop.

writing boundary breaking parasocial rpf of my friends. since I actually know and talk to them I can make it about the real people and not their personas, which is against the rules

slowly doxxing them through describing parts of their house during sex scenes. the house that I've visited, so it's not parasocial! but still against the rules

"can you please confirm this is about their personas, and not truthing the real people?" no you misunderstand. I third-wheeled these two last week, I'm not "truthing" anything. There's no "personas" to be had here. I'm simply retelling what I saw with my own two eyes

Hanging out with people will make you remember you're the crazy woke friend for like. not wanting to shop at shien

When I'm in a "I wish we were childhood friends" competition and my opponents are twenty one pilots. Stressed out music video where they dress up as kids to reflect simpler times and go play at each others houses. Christmas saves the year cover where they bashed their childhood photos together to make it look like they've always known each other and were at one point opening presents together. Childhood videos playing at the 2026 AMAs while singing a song about how history and actions are traceable and the desire to be seen and known so thoroughly that a call for help will always be met with being found against all odds. I'm losing. Everyone is losing. They're doing it like no one else. These guys met in their early 20s btw.

Happy Pride to the Woke Mob