sometimes i feel nervous visiting a new place because i feel like i inherently don’t belong there (i am normal nothing is wrong with me) and people’s advice is “just walk in with confidence” like…. ohhhhh. but that’s kinda what i am lacking at my very core dude
how am i supposed to go on with my day when i had weird dreams last night? strange and vivid atrocities were committed against me last night and you want me to “commute” … i need to lay in a silk nightgown and write by candlelight for a while actually
no you see, you don’t just “join antifa.” they send a gender queer second grader wearing tshirt that says “mommy’s little feminist” to your door and she/they threatens your life until you swear fealty to antifa and its grand wizard michelle obama
people who say skimpy clothes “do not leave much to the imagination” are exposing a critical skill issue. think a little harder. perhaps there are severed baby doll heads under my halter top
thank you for complimenting my strawman’s argument, he stood out in the field all day coming up with it. even refused to hang out with his crow buddies he was so focused
it feels like swift’s new album is a test to see how bad her music can be and still sell. it sounds like someone fed her entire discography to an AI and said “now make something like these but even worse” and then just immediately released whatever it spit out without human edits
sometimes i worry i’m not really bisexual because i’ve never worked as a barista before. seems like the kind of experience you’re supposed to have in order to qualify
i can barely wrap my head around the aerodynamics of an airplane let alone the mechanics of a witch’s flying broom. the physics of that is something i’ve always been skeptical of
