#enbyfication

had lots of hot sex with my partner over the holidays but im so bad at posting about stuff that happens irl. finally getting pussy and i cant even monetise it what's the fucking point

really enjoy that on tumblr you can change the font of the subtext under your blog. maybe all mobile phones should be banned to force everyone to become web users again i think we need to be saved from ourselves. the world can be more beautiful if we just try

everybody's talking about obsession but nobody's talking about re cession

one of my secret personality traits that only my close friends know is that i think ultrakill is the best game ever made but ive never actually finished it because much like the 100 year old bottle of merlot or whatever i don't know wines you understand the metaphor needs the perfect moment to be drunk I need to be in the perfect headspace to play that game and it only rolls around once every couple of years

helloo how is everyone doing today

it's looking increasingly possible that omegle was the best social media we've ever invented

it's interesting that bratting as a word exists only within a subby context, cause it seems like at its core bratting is really about evoking some kind of response from the other person. Sure, it's fun when that response is pinning you against a wall until you squirm, but it's just as much fun to know that you're driving the other person crazy and there's absolutely nothing they can do about it. that feeling of being annoying on purpose to get a response out of them, and they know you're being annoying on purpose, but they can't help responding in exactly the way you wanted. you know?

the fact that my most popular recent post has a typo is criminal. bring it to me alive and you shall be rewarded handsomely