There is something uniquely haunting about logging onto Facebook and being jumpscared by AI slop of your dead grandmother

god has listened to my prayers (my gf finally caved and wants to watch heated rivalry with me)

fueled by matcha and the vague hope i’ll eventually stop being a shell of a person

Pavloved myself into liking the cashier at my smoke shop

sometimes my dad eats alone at restaurants and it hurts my heart. like he orders his little meal and sits there all by himself? alone?????

Propaganda? How about I take a proper gander at those titties

listening to jacklen ro’s sunshine I’m counting on you album from start to finish

google said I’m dying and you left me on read… the audacity