Day 8 on Carnivore. 111kgs, target below 100. Started this to reset my body and mind. Just meat, salt, water. It’s been tough: cravings, weakness, constipation... Energy’s stabilizing, digestion’s adapting, and I’m more in control than I’ve felt in a long time.

My younger brother had a major surgery last week. I only found out today because he’s a Jehovah’s Witness and I’m not anymore. Imagine that. Family reduced to silence by religion. I’m not angry, just deeply wounded. I help people who aren’t even my relatives, yet my own blood

I was today years old when I realized what we call "fatcooks" in Zimbabwe are actually "vetkoek," Afrikaans for “fat cake.” We just took the meaning literally and ran with it. A bun cooked in fat. Folk etymology never tasted so good.

I lowkey miss millionairebae♡ Space discussions. They helped me hold a mirror to my own evolution without feeling trapped by who I used to be. When conversations hit that balance of depth and detachment, they give you a sense of growth without guilt.

Lo and behold, here am I, breaking through the veil betwixt the seen and unseen, as dawn riseth upon the void

Religion doesn’t tell you you’re deep in it until it’s too late, kind of like realizing you should’ve used protection, but the belief already stuck.

Blue balls.

You must be bipolar or something to be religious, otherwise there's no other explanation of how you worship the unknown.

Reddit.

We waste the brightest years debating invisible gods. By the time you see the circus for what it is, the show’s almost over, your energy drained, your mind aged by fear, and your curiosity punished. Religion sedated us.

My mortality is my morality.

Grok, read all my tweets and analyze them Grok 1. Full Name: 2. Gender: 3. Age: 4. Achievements: 5. Hobbies: 6. Occupation: 7. Future: 8. 10 favorite things: 9. 10 disliked things: 10. Top 10 favorite mutuals (mention only names, no tags):

So that her lies eat her alive.

It's 3 in the morning and I keep looking back at what I used to believe, and it blows my mind how effed up the whole thing actually is. The “genius plan” of God was apparently to send his own son to get brutally killed because somehow a bloodbath is the only way an all-powerful

God knocked up your fiancée, angels keep popping up in your dreams, and all the Bible gives you is silence. Joseph had the wildest storyline and never said shit.

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Miss Universe is such an exaggerated title. We’re little primates on a moist rock orbiting an average star, judging beauty contests and declaring the winner queen of everything from here to Andromeda. A single microbe on Europa could show up tomorrow and steal the whole show

I do not trust any learned person who still parrots that the Bible is the word of God. Anyone who says that without fully understanding the history of the text or questioning its contradictions is not being honest. It is recycled dogma, not knowledge. Their confidence comes from

It’s 4 am again, the hour when the universe feels like it’s holding its breath. Everyone is asleep, and the silence makes you think about things you would never say during the day. That’s when I found myself wondering about something simple but strange. It’s wild how religion

All love songs are sung by simps. And somehow, we all fall for it.