Everyone wants a “golden retriever” partner until I bite their hand because they keep putting the same shit in my feeding bowl for two fucking months straight.

Why is it that whenever I do any kind of manual labor I, a slightly masc enby, will instantly revert to my natural White AMAB state? today I caught myself saying “that’s not going anywhere” after taping a poster to my wall. I will try to combat this, but I predict my attempts will be futile.

Where is Goththem City and why was it named after its non-binary goth population

You know you’re playing your music too loud when you notice really subtle details that you didn’t before.

I never speak yet invoke emotion, those who hear me sway like the ocean. Of the alphabet i know only seven, but with these letters i make sounds of heaven. What am I?

What if there were book adaptations of movies? The world-building would go crazy.