So I can't read.
I read "Nirvana Mcgonnagal."
I'm sure she Smells Like Teen Spirit
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So I can't read.
I read "Nirvana Mcgonnagal."
I'm sure she Smells Like Teen Spirit

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Iām playing hollow knight and it said āThe greater mindā¦ā and I read it as gaster. Chat how cooked am I?
i keep reading butthole surfers to butthole sniffers and its starting to get to me
I know the hashtag #whoremembers means āwho remembersā but i deadass for the life of me can NOT stop reading it as āwhore membersā what the fuck
Me and the same friend as before:
her: are you a painting
me: why? bc you wanna pin me against the wall?
her: because I wanna hang u, tf

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I saw this on my feed and immediately thought that pukicho was telling us that Neuropathy was caused by being gay, weird or stupid.
Misread Me
By Jay Catalyst
Yeahā once, long ago, you were mine.
But since then, Iāve built new bridges, found other friends, stitched new threads into my life.
Still⦠a few tangled strings kept us loosely bound.
I moved on. You didnāt.
I left because I was doneā done with the lies, the cheating, the way you twisted truth until I doubted my own reflection.
You made me feel like it was all in my head. So many nights, I almost lost it. So many times, I almost wished I was gone.
Your control sat on a throne where love shouldāve been.
But nowā Iām alive again. Iām living for me.
And though you say youāre glad to see it, I see the strain behind your smile. Every kind gesture I offer, you treat like a breadcrumb trail back to us.
Santa Claus isnāt my name. My name is Catalyst, babe. And I havenāt changed.
Iām not coming back to the one who preferred to shatter me further instead of helping me rebuild with the pieces Iād already laid bare.
Iām kind by natureā thatās who I am. But donāt confuse compassion for invitation.
Every āgood morningā isnāt a door reopening.
No. Emphaticallyā no.
I care. Thatās my power. Even for those who never deserved it.
Even you.
Every time I see "the Woke" jokes I keep misreading it as the Yolk
The Yolk left......