stretches my legs out so far with all toes spread out wide

Imagine the level of whimsy I could reach if I just had $5M in my bank account rn

labubu was meant to be hanging off a kindergartners backpack filthy as fuck with no eyes left

thank you platform decay for giving me what I never knew I needed in several pages of murderbot becoming increasingly unhinged trying to navigate an airport

the sewing machine is like if a horse and an inkjet printer had a child

hey does anyone have that poem. about the author seeing two boys cuddling on a hotel lobby couch, where he refers to it as something like an island of safe anonymity or smth. its been 5000 years my college boyfriend had it written out and pinned to his wall

Seriously though, the way some people treat liking media as if it has an expiration date is so weird to me. And three years is still so recent in the grand scheme of things anyway, actually!