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oscillating rapidly between “i need to rip this one apart (sexually) with my teeth” and “i think i would do anything to keep this one safe”

these aren't really conflicting sentiments though. "i would do anything to keep you safe because only i can tear you apart" does things to my brain.

of course. your brain is so wise and sage, mootie

Which reminds me. The work colleague who makes display signage using AI art is finally getting told to knock it off bc a reference librarian overheard some patrons mocking said AI art the other day and also bc we got a write in comment about how disappointed the commenter was that the public library ie an information center would use AI. We come to the brick and mortar library to get away from that etc etc etc. So, you know. Be loud and annoying about it in public, maybe you’ll get lucky and it’ll do something.

any mood can be improved by eating rice. and if it doesn't work that just means you haven't eaten enough rice

you tell a skinny person that fat people get bodyshamed and they conjure up this fantasy world where everybody around them is an eighteenth century vaguely european grandmother telling them they need to put some meat on their bones or they won't survive the winter

if i hadnt bought that takeout that wasnt even very good on impulse 4 years ago i would be financially stable by now

I'd like to see some rope/bondage on people my size or bigger cause ngl folks- I am TIRED of seeing the same type over and over again

felt like painting & accidentally squoze out wayyy too much yellow so I found a spare foam board and decided to wash it yellow and figure it out from there. but whats actually happened is im kind of enamored with the Big Searing Yellow Slab in my room and ive decided im not in a huge hurry to paint over it

shoutout to boring queer people who don’t do shit. just go to work or school and then come home to watch shows. while gay

and don't even get me started on the amount of trash involved in other things. cookies is literally the least of our problems