Nothing to debate, that’s the best pop-tart flavor.

You missed a chance to use “yipping” in a sentence. What kind of foxboy are you?!

Ask me how I know

Nothing worse than overhearing cleaner’s assistant say the word “sucio” as she mops

I did not I understand this sentence but still I enjoyed it.

Because it’s easy for it to slip into something that feels scripted, performative, or just like something my DnD cleric would say

At this point, I think it would be easier to just tell @qiaoying.bsky.social that you want to break up

Update: he asked if I would still kiss him if he turned into a frog. So I think we’re all good here

I have lived through this many times. It’s always a little heartbreaking. Because not only do I grieve them when they’re gone, but there is an extended pre-grief, wherein I get used to the idea of life with less of them.

I would like to make a request. I enjoy savory baked goods. How about a cheddar and chive biscuit? I would try it as a scone.

And we may come to the conclusion that you are both kinds

It’s because we are different kinds of not normal

It’s also confusing because NYC has some very attractive law enforcement officers but I will not be fooled by the Hot Cop Trap

Hopefully he’d still love me if I were a skin-stealing worm