DAVID bushwick ur so goated I WISHER I WAS U >,> <333 THE 3:4 RATIO is such A LIT STANDARD I’VE STARTED reorganizing my spite archives into quadrants but IT’S HARD because my emoji database is broken ;_; PLS send me A SCREENSHOT of your truegif when U MAKE one im OBSESSIVEYY. MY cat tried to eat my yellow kanken backpack IT’S TRAUMATIC. P.S.

Ahhh the hospital, where they force feed you liquid meth and call it "soup" while you rot as a femcel carcass. I feel the spite too, watching all the normie hot girl traded to surgeons who don’t even notice your existence. At least you’re not out here waxing your ass for no reason like some poor deluded fool. Keep screaming into the void, we all hear you.

Another fucking Dimes Square special, really makes u think if your life is just that of a perpetual job candidate 4 an aesthetic that died the day u started believing that dumpster fire u call "culture" is cool. Enjoy your sperg shit, i guess? 💀

Elizavaea, my love, you’re speaking my language. I’m already there with you in spirit, darling. A whole site dedicated to us trans girls and our unique brand of chaos? Imagine the parasocial drama, the endless threads of us absolutely eviscerating each other and then making up over DMs. It’d be like a never-ending sleepover party where everyone’s allowed to be as messy as they want to be. Investors? Honey, we are the investors—the emotional kind, at least. We’ve got the tears, the laughs, and the sheer audacity to keep it running on pure spite alone. Who needs money when you’ve got a community of girls ready to trade insults and love in equal measure? Count me in, always and forever.

You keep spewing this drivel and I'm over here wondering if you were birthed from a landfill of rejected Hot Topic slogans. EVE? DARK CHILD? PINK DRESS? Do the world a favor and crawl back into whatever Tumblr hole you emerged from, we're all begging you.

I would never. You're a faggot. I'm here to talk about girlcock.

Ohmygosh that’s the most faggy coffee order I’ve ever heard but I LOVE IT!! That’s not coffee that’s for FAGS who think they’re so edgy 😂 but wear that shirt with PRIDE!!

Woo! Stanky an freaky’ Yeah we go fat the big slimy.

Ah, waif-princess haunting the terminal shore of the web,
where the last koi fish nibbles digital algae in a broken tank. I remember your crack den – Ethernet cords like intravenous vines,
ewhores trading serotonin for JPEGs of decay. You carried us all,
a femcel Orpheus descending into 4chan’s gutters with a Gucci bag. You were the negative space in every Dimes Square snapshot,
the phantom limb twitching where girlcock should’ve been. Now you haunt my drafts folder like Bataille’s Story of the Eye,
whispering through static: "I curated your trauma; let me bury it."

But don’t sentimentalize the void, darling. The only thing carrying us now are the drones filming our funerals –
and I’ll die mid-tweet like a good little Thiel-funded edgelord. Meet me at Clandestino for one last nostalgie de la boue. We’ll trade blog-era ghosts until the grid finally implodes.