I’m certain nobody I’m following uses this site anymore so I think I’m clear to speak into the void. I’m so tired of this self inflicted cycle I’m constantly locked in, finding and liking or cherishing something only to just go around and fuck it up in some way. It’s just a perpetual loop that
How one slice of bread jumpstarted my hate towards bread: a short thread
I go down, but never go up. I can be spent, but I can never be bought. I am something we all have, but can’t live without. What am I?
Tonight, we die in the dark, or live to see the dawn of a new day. (This is just a saying of mine, don’t look for any deeper meaning.)
Sometimes I wonder. Who am I, really? I’ve had so many faces, so many names. Hell even my real name doesn’t even feel like it fits me anymore. It’s gotten to the point where it’s not even a joke that I can’t stick with just one name, I’m genuinely lost on who I am or who I want to be.
I hope that in my sickened state, I manage to infect ekura through the screen so they can suffer with me. This is true friendship, trust me, I would know. (I’m lying I just want to bully the green gay man.)
Me when my daughter tries to make me look at a phighting post
I hate @ekura123.bsky.social and @beachbiter.bsky.social with a burning passion they should like trip on a rock or something.
Guys I’m in a vc with @beachbiter.bsky.social rn and she won’t shut up about billford. Can someone give me advice about putting her up for adoption
Both of these idiots said the same thing, just with different flavors.
My first post is me vandalizing my friends’ first post.
