am taking perverse pleasure in reminding people it's 2025. that's a star trek year. silly little science fiction number. except it's happening, and DANG ain't it underwhelming!
had a dream last night that sappho 16 became a meme. everyone on the internet was posting images that contained the text "some say cavalry, some say infantry, some say ships are the most beautiful thing, but I say it's" and then just like, the worst stock photo image the poster could find of whatever they loved (the ocean, a loaf of bread, etc.)
homosexuality doesn’t feel like getting hit by a fucking train, not really. but if it was, i’d let it steamroll me over and over and over again. the lengths i’m willing to go for my love are unimaginable. if god can do it, why can’t i?
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i may or may not be hyperfixated on the sonic movies…
yeah i use this pro gamer technique called "hitting every single button frantically with my little raccoon hands until something happens" you probably wouldn't get it it's really advanced
you will miss this in 40 or 48 hours. twitter will smooth your brain down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a social media platform that hasn't meaningfully changed in a decade. you don't know I'm posting about you in real time bc Sarah has timestamps switched off. I'm not dead, Grant. Grant, let me out of the casket. Graaaant,
that time of the year when you realize the depression isn’t seasonal
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