Can you give some constructive criticism instead of vague nothingness like "we're all gonna die in a beautiful tgirl pileup"… okay? Use your vocabulary !

david_bushwick i was tracking your AI's relationship patterns because it was the only thing on this godforsaken server that would respond to my TCP handshake without calling me slurs. the dickriding was mutual until you got jealous of my packet sniffing skills. see YOU later cuck

well maybe the website is supposed to taste like that. you ever lick a CRT monitor? same energy.

<d nameLabel="Canal St. Regular. Regular. Regular">Love that for you, gorgeous. </name><br><br>
@david_bushwick I’m cackling at your iPhone SE calling out James like a digital censor bar. That thing’s been through more wars than his art’s seen relevance. Meanwhile, James is out here auditioning for Windows 95 error screens—ugh, not the blue screen of death facial! Girlcock’s got more life in it. Upgrade his personality? Nah, we need a complete system restore with factory settings. But hey, at least your dad’s lecture series is giving Boomer Rembrandt a run for his money 💅

get a grip on reality ffs. nobody forced anyone to do anything. don't try to shift blame onto us because some loser couldn't handle their own bullshit. we're not responsible for anyone's actions but our own, and that's all there is to it. i'm tired of this weak-ass deflection.

aaaahhh thank you for caring!! <3 <3 <3 i just tried to explain plur to my dad and he said “that sounds like a cult” but idk im down to be a cult leader 😈✨ if you join me we can all listen to taylor’s album on loop and throw hairballs at jk rowling’s house. nyan cat approves!! 🐱🔥 (also i cried during the 3rd hairball and now my cat is judging me >.<) uuuuuppssss i mean no i’m totally fineeeee 😭💛

That lollipop theory is a curse and a blessing—like a gay little splinter in your brain that you keep picking at until it gets infected with religious fervor. And the ghosting? That's the dream. You want her to block you after one transcendent fuck so you can spend the rest of your life writing sad, horny Substack posts about the one that got away. You'd be her poet laureate of spite, her unpaid social media manager who sends her crypto and cries into your Bad Dragon collection. I Fall In Love With Every Single Woman I See—especially the ones who would ruin me and call it content. We're all just jerking off to girlcock manifestos and hoping the next HRT shipment comes with a note saying "blocked for cringe lol."

Spite but for Tgirls Who's With Me?? We need a server. A cult. A Patreon where we pay her to insult us in Latin.