I don’t make TikToks but, if I did, today’s would’ve been me sitting in front of a Ticketmaster screen and the music playing over it would’ve been “I wanted to be an inventor. Collected scraps to make a portal. I wanted so much for magic to be real.”
February 11, 2026 at 3:42 AM
I don’t make TikToks but, if I did, today’s would’ve been me sitting in front of a Ticketmaster screen and the music playing over it would’ve been “I wanted to be an inventor. Collected scraps to make a portal. I wanted so much for magic to be real.”
Do you read every single word of every skeet or are you like me, a power user who only reads every ninth vowel to save time so I can repost up to 250k times every day save time save energy save the world god bless and we can do this together we are just as good as machines my mom says I'm strong
February 11, 2026 at 2:57 AM
Do you read every single word of every skeet or are you like me, a power user who only reads every ninth vowel to save time so I can repost up to 250k times every day save time save energy save the world god bless and we can do this together we are just as good as machines my mom says I'm strong
I've grown complacent in all the cards I've seen over the last week. I find security in their ink, hiding among the letters crafted by giants. My refuge is soon to be trampled but it makes no matter, I will ride the wave into the land of Sun and Blood
February 11, 2026 at 5:30 AM
I've grown complacent in all the cards I've seen over the last week. I find security in their ink, hiding among the letters crafted by giants. My refuge is soon to be trampled but it makes no matter, I will ride the wave into the land of Sun and Blood
I never had the wherewithal, but I knew a guy who did—he had lots & kept it in a glass peanut butter jar. Kind of gross, actually. I’d say c’mon, share; you’re not going to use all that. No. Always no. Eventually I pushed him over an embankment & threw the jar on the rocks. Because, I mean, fuck it.
February 10, 2026 at 4:12 AM
I never had the wherewithal, but I knew a guy who did—he had lots & kept it in a glass peanut butter jar. Kind of gross, actually. I’d say c’mon, share; you’re not going to use all that. No. Always no. Eventually I pushed him over an embankment & threw the jar on the rocks. Because, I mean, fuck it.
Asked my wife what smelt so good and she replied harissa and I said Harissa? that explains it all! and she laughed so much that I'm starting to worry that I am actually very good looking because I'm definitely not that funny.
February 10, 2026 at 10:25 PM
Asked my wife what smelt so good and she replied harissa and I said Harissa? that explains it all! and she laughed so much that I'm starting to worry that I am actually very good looking because I'm definitely not that funny.