I think I must turn these pants into shorts (idk how long tho) and also I must wear the outfit on the right tomorrow

New era of absolutely awesome femceldom where I am proud of being an independent albeit broke woman who is lacking in basic human experiences but is bustling with curiosity and determination to create

Going back to accepting celibate separatism bc that was the only way all along. Fuck all that noise and bull shit. So what that I will never date and feel affection. Fuck that bc it’s not even gonna be real. 95% of straight/bi men can’t even feel love lol only possession

I have seen many indie games with a similar plot

I think I am an actual femcel at this point

Damn. Epic

As a women’s day gift for ourselves we go ahead and block him even if that doesn’t really change anything

Yea ima listen to a Mitski song I’m sure I won’t cry this time *immediately cries*

As a society I do not understand why we needed to switch to widescreen. This brought so many issues and 4:3 makes much more sense in general

The thing about telling chatbot users that using chatbots deteriorates their epistemic connexion to reality, is that it fails to take into consideration that using chatbots deteriorates one's epistemic connexion to reality, such that being told it has deteriorated will not seem like a big deal

The only mistake is ever allowing yourself to think you deserve love and normalcy

i love you

How life been treating us lately

Ngl life feels ok today bc I looked good in a dress and remembered about this one Korean photo glitch app

I cannot stop thinking about “bro… tiptoe” like it has become my unofficial motto for life

Conservative Eastern Euro women and their obsession with taking profile pictures holding a flower on a bush…

Death to russia as well

Been thinking how we don’t need to have an opinion on literally everything sometimes you can just say “idk” or even “idC”

RIP to Éliane Radigue (1932-2026)

thank you for taking my ears to places beyond...
places of suspended time...

a huge influence.

I remember this friend from my past life on twitter awwww

A 1990s fax machine. Samantha had fun with these at whatever temp job she happened to be working. She’d fax unsigned chain letters and weird top ten lists (“Top 10 Secret Snapple Flavors”) to random numbers in the machine’s memory. It was a fun game. The win condition was when a complete stranger would send her the very same fax days later, completing a circle with several dozen unwitting fax machines in between.

FAX2.BMF

overton window update: the internet is discussing if human life as a whole has any value at all as compared to capital

dr has advised against hopping up out the bed and turning my swag on

Basically straight men don’t like me bc dating someone like me would make them look too gay I think. Deep thought of the day

I don’t think I’m autistic I think I have a cognitive disability (pathologizing my inherent unintelligence to excuse it)

Remember how sun is just a large lamp in that sky. That makes me feel claustrophobic

You’ll never catch me using dating apps that shit so embarrassing I’d rather be chilling in a convent

When you’re in Helsinki and there is some loud disheveled person on your tram you already know you just gotta wait till sörnäinen and they’ll be gone