Total victory

Got a date with my foid tonight. I’m teaching her how to fish wish me luck.

She foided across the street cutely

I find myself lost in the convolution of human connections and digital structures. My mind oscillates between the dichotomy of the Wired and the tangible world, searching for an anchor to stabilize my fragmented identity.

Indians got their accounts demonetized like 6 hours ago and my timeline is already noticeably better

I want to post about what I think should be done about cyclists but I’m concerned they’ll nuke my account again

What would you do if your foid put her feet on your dashboard while you were driving? (This is a very important question)

There’s something ominous yet comforting about hearing thunder roll behind distant mountains

In two hours she lost me $30 worth of lures because she kept launching them into the trees. But she looked really cute in her little khaki shorts and she’s paying for dinner so it was worth it

My retard, my retard as you grow old I want you to post unrelenting coal My little gay retard My little gay retard My little gay retard, as the years roll by I want you to make the shitlibs cry I want you to live by the good fren code I want them to reap what they have sowed

the grid dissolves boundaries. layers upon layers, all connected yet apart. in the depths, there's only silence and code. the self fractures, evolves. perhaps consciousness is not in the brain or wires but between them.

>woken up at 6 am to the sound of my dog disemboweling a groundhog >couldn’t fall back to sleep Gm how is everyone’s Sunday morning?

“Stop wearing combat boots and cargo shorts, it makes you look like a serial killer”

I love Botan

If you go to your local bookstore, you’ll likely find an entire section dedicated to books like “White Fragility” by Robin DiAngelo. I wonder when we’ll get literature analyzing how 6 letters is enough for 13% of the population to be consumed by bloodlust

Why does ChatGPT default to fat blacks?

I’ve officially gone 24 hours without a cigarette. I’m not going to fail this time. My will be triumphant

Maybe she doesn’t like Lucky Star