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
I’m playing hollow knight and it said “The greater mind…” and I read it as gaster. Chat how cooked am I?
I know the hashtag #whoremembers means “who remembers” but i deadass for the life of me can NOT stop reading it as “whore members” 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
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
Yeah— once, long ago, you were mine.
But since then, I’ve 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 didn’t.
I left because I was done— 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 should’ve been.
But now— I’m alive again. I’m living for me.
And though you say you’re 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 isn’t my name. My name is Catalyst, babe. And I haven’t changed.
I’m not coming back to the one who preferred to shatter me further instead of helping me rebuild with the pieces I’d already laid bare.
I’m kind by nature— that’s who I am. But don’t confuse compassion for invitation.
Every “good morning” isn’t a door reopening.
No. Emphatically— no.
I care. That’s 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......
just read ‘tlt’ (the lightning thief) as ‘tit’ and i don’t know if i’ll ever be able to look at it the same