There Is No Guarantee The Trinkets Are Not Cursed. Choose At Your Own Risk. Reblog To Keep The Trinket

Don’t know if I have any followers who are daredevil fans but this made me giggle

YES IT HAPPENED THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE I LOVE YOU HAIKU BOT

I wish haiku bot would notice me and reblog one of my posts here

My oc is ace can she get a hug

UR oc gets a smooch and UR oc gets a smooch and UR oc gets a smooch….

hot chocolate before bed ☕️

Reblog to give a trans woman a delicious Cuban sandwich

Literal definition of spyware:

Also From Microsoft’s own FAQ: "Note that Recall does not perform content moderation. It will not hide information such as passwords or financial account numbers. 🤡

the urge to screech is mighty, but the social anxiety says no.

this is like me and my gf, saying bye to our third wheel

8x20 islands: the invitation

"you don't know [insert popular tiktok trend]? you must live under a rock" Well i do. for your information i actually live in a thriving soil ecosystem complete with damp moss and various insects including pill bugs, beetles, and ants

thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.