“What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire.” - Charles Bukowski
can you guys stop being mean, and can you other guys stop being over sensitive. The rest of you, I love you. You know who you are
I think # of siblings and ones place in the birth order is way more useful than astrology *ducks for cover*
I used to touch electric fences as a kid. One time one on a cow pasture shocked me so hard I blacked out. Curiosity killed the cat but it won’t kill me
I’ve been crushing homemade ground beef and rice bowls lately. Making one rn. Need more elite snacks
Anyone else grow up on AIM? What was your away message? Mine was “brb moms gotta use the computer for some fake reason.”
I really must stop watching my follower count on here. I lost a follower over night and just spent 45 minutes scream crying into my pillow. It’s cool now, though. I have ice cream.
I met my best friend in kindergarten. He’s French Canadian and couldn’t speak English at all when we met in the sandbox during recess. We found a way to communicate non verbally, continued to hang out, and eventually he picked up English and I picked up some French. We’ve been friends ever since
I suppose they’re inevitable, but I really appreciate the dearth of memes on here. Everyone’s just letting it rip and I love it
Friends turtle wants to escape through the tear in the screened porch. I love it
I like a plain croissant. Chocolate croissant? No thanks, I don’t adulterate my croissants.
Reading a book anonymously gifted to me. If anyone ever anonymously gifts you a book you absolutely must read it cover to cover, even if you don’t like it.
Ripping an old, prized hoodie apart and sewing it back together in some places in an attempt at that bill belichick but balenciaga look
I was overwhelmed the first time I saw the night sky free of light pollution and full of stars
There’s drama on here already? Can someone fill me in? Sorry I played volleyball and chess all day today
Just burned about 2000 calories thinking about really sophisticated, smart shit
Here is a comically small stool dairy farmers used when milking cows, with a bottle of champagne for scale
Just kindly told a woman that has a crush on me off because she tried to start a conversation while I was in the middle of a heated chess match. I’m a manosphere account now.
Also stop saying normie, it writhes with cope. Even normies call other people normies.
I think it’s important we don’t treat bluesky as some kind of cool kids club anymore. The folks building this want to grow it, obviously, and that means including outgroup.
