So I'm At This Point In My Life Where I Ask Chatgpt Stuff Like "can I Still Call Myself Bisexual Even

Foggy Morning

I've got a lot of respect for smut writers. you write something incredibly sexual, it's probably somewhat of a look into your own soul, and then bitches are too scared to leave kudos of comments half the time, so it looks as though everyone hates your work. And yet yall still do it, and I love that

*singing "I Can't Dance" while dancing vigorously*

hopeless romantics we should unionize

Always hump the boot that kicks you or whatever they say

rambling on and on about different topics i care about in a desperate attempt to be understood only to feel more alienated in the aftermath

i have decision paralysis because the angel and the devil on my shoulders are always fucking each other and they ignore me when i ask for help so i never know what to do

― Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry