moooom they’re affirming my gender identity by denying my gender identity again >:(

ummm hello?? hurtful 🤕

ur stat wheel is so lopsided its based

bitter exclusion (not worth the effort imo)

you’d be fun to kiss >.< three way stuff has never really interested me but rn i’m excited fantasizing about it

well yeah ofc but that’s your river to wade, not everyone is capable of my fearless scorched earth open book policy (rugged) (manly)

voyeur you at least have to come join us after getting a video

pshhh details schmetails

and i really do mean average! like she wasn’t fat but another part of the delusion was that she was some skinny model lmao

see there we go

i more meant um.. diameter

but height was average too yea prolly 5’6”ish

your delusions are my favorite part

i have jokes i want to make that are way too unhinged and i’ve already crossed the line LOL

only the most dispassionate procedural forehead kissing imaginable pls ignore how much i’m blushing and that my heart is racing and im stumbling over myself hoping you like me

oh wait we forgot my favorite part emily is actually an average sized* redhead that’s too into D&D and lives in squalor (*american average sized [im sorry this is mean])

we love you too awaaaa (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

jules, bored to death reading the same story twice: maybe if i toss them a pity awww they’ll leave me alone

emily and me: childhood friends (i did plays, her mom owned a theatre). we were flirty as kids until it became too much, i ghosted. her mom gave me her # in high school and said i should text bc she missed me, but we both had monog partners at the time

in college i text and propose reconnect, we start hanging out, i think she’s incredibly boring but ive been trying to be more social. she on the other hand is very into me and constantly wants to do sexual stuff, which is kinda just shrug fine w me

i also meet kasey around this time and i poorly explain my non-monogamy to her, to which she reasonably interprets as me having no affectionate interest in her whatsoever. when we hang out i tell her about emily (mostly complaining about how boring it is, explicitly comparing to kasey and how

much more i enjoy her company). i’m hard crushing on kasey at this point and try to cuddle and be close as much as i can, one time i kissed her forehead on impulse and she let it go. she would hug me before leaving and i always really looked forward to that,, she was so smol and my arms fit so nice

anyway at some times i could tell kasey was jealous when i talked about emily and i was confused, we talked about the brainworms years later and now it’s a meme

this was way too long bc i was gushing eee

that’s how they lure you in, you think you’re gonna touch grass but you’re actually still on a keyboard, but this time you’re surrounded by florescent lights and loud noises and social interaction doing the bidding of a corporation you hate this was meant to be a joke but it became a ventpost

YOU LEAKED

i’m crying this is so funny

quivering in anticipation however on second thought, retain your pure elfboy neet charm, stay safe and don’t get corrupted by the real world

“platonically cuddle” sez u

emily hahahahaha 😭

omg you literally don’t even know the lore this is so funny keep going

okay well you’re definitely a protag i’m just manifesting ur visit to the US which is your cameo

Well, to a feminist such as myself, not so much, and I've spoken with you enough on Bsky to only think, "You need therapy, not this short-lived mentality."

more like season 2 collab cameo

season 1 rival is crazy 😭

wait yea absolutely go for it, it’s super funny lol

Transgender is like Ferrari… I like Ferrari

i went through way too much effort to 100% this game

nietzsche on the pathos of distance

the getquakedon shitting pants clip is only funny if you hate disabled people

as in, if my actions are given any sort of attention and treated with even a modicum of significance, they are seen to be terrible, in the least extraordinary way. even call them “my actions” is a misnomer. there are flows of energy using me as a vessel. the container is incidental.

the idea of autonomy is a spook, and nonetheless external motivations so egregious are impossible to ignore. i want ceaselessness. i want respite from the shallow unending grindstone gnawing away at my flesh. i’m unrecognizable, yet all too familiar. i want out.

idk how to express this in a way that doesn't make me sound like a pseud but like i've been thinking about how history is comprised of a series of mundane events that are retrospectively given interpretive significance. viewing my actions in this light is devastating.

i don't know how to characterize my current historical moment. the narrative mode seems inapt, so i've tried thinking about painting as a metaphor. what comes to mind is colorless and grey and a sputtering lifelessness. but somehow that feels not horrific enough.

The colors. The purple of entrails, the brown of rotten meat, the crimson of fresh blood, the yellow of fat - these colors, and more that cannot be described, cover every inch of the room in maddening array. The colors say all that needs to be said about the painter's hatred, malice, and insanity.

i’ve been increasingly frustrated today with a lack of appropriate representational object to fixate and orient around. this is the best i can do for now.

i miss when i had the ability to have a proper nervous breakdown

i’ll be better by morning and that’s harrowing