My relationship with Big wasn’t the only thing I blew up that day. At the Trinity test site I detonated the first plutonium bomb, unleashing a 22 kiloton blast. Had I become Death, destroyer of worlds? Meanwhile uptown, Samantha had her hands full with her own “Manhattan project”

Wouldn’t it be nice if every night was Friday night :/

These woke Christmas ghosts are trying to make me change my capitalist business practices

It's not a competition but I've noticed that some of us are holding a LOT more space for the lyrics of defying gravity than others

every time I see a chart I’m like oh this probably won’t be good

following absolutely everyone on here who looks even vaguely familiar. apologies if you are not a niche internet micro celebrity but are just a fellow rando with an icon that looks sort of like someone else's from the old place

only been on here an hour and the algorithm is already feeding me conclave memes

hey