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let's all act surprised when i blow my brains out
there are two wolves inside of me. One genuinely likes and respects all of my mutuals and wants them to reciprocate those feelings. The other one wants to make posts admitting to things so embarrassing the average person would rather commit sudoku than admit to it
scared✨
Can't wait to be finally able to cut off all my hair
I love how i chose a path on which my success doesn't depend on a single location. I can go to Antarctica and still reach my goals with no issue whatsoever.
your straight boyfriend is not FRUITY he is not a TWINK he is not GAY FOR THE STRAP he is a 25 year old heterosexual man named TYLER and his favorite hobby is playing MARVEL RIVALS
can i come over and bleed on your floor
Imagine if we did the “public libraries are punk” thing for other subcultures. Imagine if people made shirts that said “Soup kitchens are grunge” or “Mixed Use Urbanism is Juggalo”.
Very allegorical. The sacred and the propane
mortal sins of everyone who uses chat gpt et al are sloth and retardation
Tutto passa
Last year, I befriended a Catholic seminarian. We've gotten to be pretty decent friends. Seeing as he was staying in town for the summer and I wasn't, I entrusted him with caring for my plant.
He did a wonderful job, but as he was returning my plant to my custody, he explained "I watered her every other day, I gave her new dirt, moved her into the sunshine, prayed the rosary-"
"What?"
He looked at me, confused. "Isn't she a plant you pray with?"
"No," I said slowly. "She's a prayer plant. That's the... colloquial name of the plant."
Upon seeing his stricken face, I realized something went wrong. Turns out, this entire time, he's been including my plant in on his prayers and leaving her near icons.
Listen, totally cool. My plant becoming Catholic is a great deal for her not dying over the summer. But now I must navigate this interfaith household. Keep me in your thoughts.