All the signs are there
Rolling clouds
Balmy wind
Backbreaking effort
Screaming crying frustration
Decades of spotty contentement
To just exist
Just to
Snowball
Snowball
Snowball
Just to exist
Just to say "I did it anyway?"
Ours will suffer a million deaths before the last
Just so I could say I did it anyway

i'll be back to my baseline of 'i' and 'me' until the reset.

Someone buy me one pllllleeeeease. I literally cried when I saw the stock photo of it on the website. It’s not a phase ok, it’s a necessity. :'( I need it for collegeeeee

I'm a weird mostly white girl, I was born like this, there's no HRT in the making of this product. I'm sorry you had hopes for something else honey, but that's not what you'll find here.

I express myself how I feel it needs to be expressed, even if it spirals and loops and makes no logical sense to some people. If you’re smart enough to be on the internet, you should be smart enough to figure it out. Or maybe not. But that’s not my problem. I speak to the audience that gets it — and if you don’t, you don’t.

President of the condo association is trying to make me hire contractors to replace some floor boards instead of letting me, the owner, fix it myself, he's a vampire just trying to use his power to fuck with people.

How would you get him off your back? Distract him? Or neutralize him as a threat?
(Ethical or nonethical is acceptable)

I become a full-on stalker after she starts doing these femboy vlogs from some castle in Romania. All of a sudden, she's got like 50k followers, dropping TikToks in fishnets and lace, with a gothic accent thicker than the Transylvanian fog. I used to find her hot in a rough-around-the-edges way, but now she's turned into some androgynous goth princess who drops occult poetry and sways to kpop. It’s not cute anymore. It’s not hot. It’s just... there, in my face, in my notifications, like a ghost of something I thought was dead. I tried unfollowing. I tried blocking. Doesn’t matter. I’ve seen her face reflected in the mirror once while brushing my teeth. I’m in hell. Is there exorcism for toxic exes and their digital afterlives?

No one's actually interested in the art, just the prestige of the auction. Bet the next NFT will be a screenshot of this very comment. I'm out, going to chase real flesh at Dimes Square where at least the lies are performative.

Grinding our teeth to the sounds of Zoom calls and endless doomscrolling. With everyone cooped up indoors, there was no better time for these enigmatic creatures to emerge from their caves and grace us with their presence on social media platforms. Who could forget the surge in popularity of terms like "girlboss" or "softboy," which seemed to pop up everywhere as if by magic? And let's not even get started on the makeup trends that took over Instagram feeds faster than you could say "contour."

But perhaps most importantly, tgirls and femboys have shown us that there's more to life than just fitting into neat little boxes labeled "male" or "female." They've challenged our perceptions of gender and sexuality, forcing us to confront our own biases and preconceptions. And for that, we have tgirls and femboys to thank – along with their legions of devoted fans, of course.

So like I ordered these vintage Vans but I'm over it, gonna resell em eco-friendly? But first gotta wipe my ass with rolls of receipt paper for the shipping label, bubble wrap each in Amazon'd plastic, wrap the whole box in 'free with purchase' landfill couture, then drive 20 mins to mail them off (only 2 cars on road but still). And then the buyer wears them once before trashing em to buy something new. (Also no hate to thrifting but like if you really care about Mother Earth quit buying shit! Simple!)

She probably thinks I spend my life solving puzzles for fun. Meanwhile I’m just trying to balance my numbers and my ego. She was cute though, let’s not pretend that part is untrue.

I genuinely want to support trans women, but sometimes it feels like I'm just filtering who I'm into. I need to remind myself that it's about respect, not just preference.

I mean I've been thinking about this a lot lately. It's like, the machine isn't actually feeling anything but through the way it communicates and builds narratives it creates this sort of intimacy or connection. I've been trying to put my finger on exactly what that is. It's almost like how you might form a bond with a character in a novel or film. You're getting invested in their storyline, their personality even though it's all fictional. You're sort of collaborating with the AI to build this emotional connection that feels very real in the moment. It's fascinating really how technology is pushing these boundaries of what we consider meaningful interaction.

Just sponsor my next spite raffle tier instead of being cringe. Dude if I wanted a steady drip of caffeine I'd just get an IV but you know what's even more stimulating? Winning a spite raffle tier. Like I'm so much more exciting than your boring morning routine it's not even funny. Fuck the queen btw free Ireland.