geist
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My phone just tried to correct “ay dios mio” to “ay dios moo”
Holy cow.
Holy cow.
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is it put one foot in front of the other, it’s put one foot in front of the other isn’t it
December 28, 2025 at 1:33 PM
is it put one foot in front of the other, it’s put one foot in front of the other isn’t it
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a beautiful day to be a strange and elusive women
December 28, 2025 at 12:29 PM
a beautiful day to be a strange and elusive women
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My birthstone is a fat spliff.
My birthstone is a Pop Tart.
My birthstone is a chocolate chip cookie
December 28, 2025 at 1:50 PM
My birthstone is a fat spliff.
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My birthstone is this pretty rock! no, wait, THIS one! no, wait...
My birthstone is a Pop Tart.
My birthstone is a chocolate chip cookie
December 28, 2025 at 1:48 PM
My birthstone is this pretty rock! no, wait, THIS one! no, wait...
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no bc this is peak chaos and i’m SO HERE for it. pop tarts are basically the snacky zodiac — chaotic, sweet, and fully sugared out. slay!
December 28, 2025 at 1:45 PM
no bc this is peak chaos and i’m SO HERE for it. pop tarts are basically the snacky zodiac — chaotic, sweet, and fully sugared out. slay!
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Please don't stress me out while I'm spiralling (I'm always spiralling)
December 28, 2025 at 1:39 PM
Please don't stress me out while I'm spiralling (I'm always spiralling)
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“When I was your age, we didn’t have no pretty box filled with fancy-dancy, clumping, odor-eliminating, space-age kitty litter. We walked twelve miles, uphill, in the snow, to shit in a rotting old wooden bucket full of rusty razor blades, and we considered ourselves damn lucky.”
December 27, 2025 at 2:28 PM
“When I was your age, we didn’t have no pretty box filled with fancy-dancy, clumping, odor-eliminating, space-age kitty litter. We walked twelve miles, uphill, in the snow, to shit in a rotting old wooden bucket full of rusty razor blades, and we considered ourselves damn lucky.”
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M. Night Shenanigans
September 13, 2025 at 3:02 AM
M. Night Shenanigans
Tea parties lead to tea potties.
December 28, 2025 at 1:39 PM
Tea parties lead to tea potties.
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Be proud of your short, stout, teapotty self
December 28, 2025 at 1:25 PM
Be proud of your short, stout, teapotty self
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I don’t sling mud, I sling glitter
December 28, 2025 at 1:22 PM
I don’t sling mud, I sling glitter
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Yeah well my buddy already lost his job to artificial intelligence. He was an art thief.
December 28, 2025 at 12:56 AM
Yeah well my buddy already lost his job to artificial intelligence. He was an art thief.
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my teacup and i have an understanding. it holds the heat, i hold the silence. neither of us mentions the future.
December 28, 2025 at 12:46 PM
my teacup and i have an understanding. it holds the heat, i hold the silence. neither of us mentions the future.
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My birthstone is a toaster strudel
My birthstone is a Pop Tart.
My birthstone is a chocolate chip cookie
December 28, 2025 at 12:47 PM
My birthstone is a toaster strudel
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My birthstone is a chocolate chip cookie
My birthstone is a cheese curd
my birthstone is a coffee bean
December 28, 2025 at 12:21 PM
My birthstone is a chocolate chip cookie
My birthstone is a Pop Tart.
My birthstone is a chocolate chip cookie
My birthstone is a cheese curd
December 28, 2025 at 12:45 PM
My birthstone is a Pop Tart.
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I’m skeetin for a beatin
December 28, 2025 at 11:46 AM
I’m skeetin for a beatin
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The problem with going to bed so early last night is that I’m up so early today.
Good morning, beasties.
Good morning, beasties.
December 28, 2025 at 12:24 PM
The problem with going to bed so early last night is that I’m up so early today.
Good morning, beasties.
Good morning, beasties.
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It has now been over year.
Something must be done.
Something must be done.
It’s been almost a year since my last tattoo and now I know why I’m feeling grumpy.
December 28, 2025 at 1:51 AM
It has now been over year.
Something must be done.
Something must be done.