My old university is always emailing me to share my collegiate experience, but I don’t think they want to hear that they’re one of the top reasons I’m devoted to seeing the church fizzle out forever.

My iPhone keeps pushing photo compilations like “remember your fun trip to this farm?” My good bitch, that was a GIG. They’re aaaallllll gigs unless you see my ass geotagged on the Emerald Isle. Start pushing “man remember this shitty latex prosthetic?”

If you’re bored or anxious about the Things Happening, here is a challenging #maze! You can print it out as many times as you want - I won’t tell anyone. #Fun can be as infinite as our ink cartridges. 🤘🏼✨✈️🔨🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️

Slumped on my bed eating biscoff creams and vaping, contemplating whether the #BusyTown theme song will be a trauma trigger since the last time I watched it was when I was eight, and then again in a 48 hour marathon after I put my cat to sleep last year.

So you know, my self care game is on fleek.

Fuck I hope Canada knows how many of us are ashamed of this slap in the face.

PS: let us in please.

Now we get to deal with surviving this. Actually unbelievable.

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I don’t exist as a nonbinary person under this government, but Christians are somehow still protected from the knowledge that they’re a fucking pipe dream death cult. Lewis wrote about a gate of ignorance closing in The Great Divorce, and that gate is pushing Christians to Gnosticism or apostasy.

I missed Facebook in a habitual way the first time or two I went to tap on it. Then I remembered that I never felt better after I went there. I don’t know how the fuck to use this shit because I’m old, but I’m already happier on Bluesky. Especially today.