*trying To Call A Woman Beautiful But I've Forgotten How To Engage Other Humans In Conversation* Girl,

save me maximalism,,, maximalism save me

i get butterflies when i see your name on my phone but that’s literally none of your business

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'do you think you're superior for not using AI in your work' thank you for asking! yes i do

i hope i’m not just a mutual to you, but also a friend, and deeply deeply fuckable

Real morning after vibes on tumblr today

I FEEL LIKE IM RUNNING THROUGH THE STREET JUST YELLING AT PEOPLE AS I PASS BY LIKE RIP IF I RANDOMLY MESSAGED YOU ITS THE SPIRIT OF THE BOOPS I HAVE BEEN HITTING EVERYONE I SEE AND HAVE FOLLOWED LIKE 7 PEOPLE BECAUSE OF THE BOOPS. OUR CAMARADERIE IS FORMED THROUGH VIOLENCE

I walk and my legs hurt. I sit down too long and my legs hurts. I lay down too long and my legs hurt. What do these things even want from me

now that i am a real adult i am starting to realise. media lied to me about the availability of rooftops to go hang out on. every day i wish i could be hanging out on a rooftop somewhere looking cool as fuck

i used to love jokes about canes/crutches users referring to them as their additional legs. but THIS IS NO JOKE ANYMORE.

i almost feel every step of my cane. my wrist? i feel it's more of like my knee. what do you mean i have two legs? no, i have three. yes, third one starts at my shoulder, why?

oh, i need two free hands for something... *sarcastic thought* yeah let me just pull out my second arm. *realizing i actually do have a second arm* oh well...

sometimes i just don't realize i'm holding a cane. i don't realize i can stop holding it. my fingers are glued to the handle, thanks for asking.

today, i was sitting down and thought that i needed to re-tie my shoe laces. i made knots tighter on first shoe. second shoe. then i got puzzled because where's the third shoe.

yes it IS my third leg now. she's adopted.