Letagadom - ????

This reminds me how for our ribbon pinning (which is kinda like senior prom but not really), my class (with heavy influence from my friendgroup) choose never gonna give you up as our entrance music so we ended up rickrolling the whole arena with everyone and their extended families and it was awesome

physically incapable of being upset by being rickrolled. if it’s well executed i get to engage in the playful wink-nod with the jokester. and if it’s obvious. well then i just get to see my beautiful friend rick astley

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“nothing tastes as good as skinny feels”

damn you must suck at cooking. check out some youtube tutorials man. i believe in you.

“what’s your aesthetic” it’s super niche actually it’s called clothes i like. hope this helps

I'm walking through the Valley of Lies 🌳🗒🚃

happy valentine’s day from two snesbians 💗

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a lot has been said about this incident but i think we should never forget the time a prominent hungarian anti-gay conservative politician was caught at a gay orgy in brussels that got busted because it was held against quarantine regulations, and he tried to escape the cops by climbing out of the window and down the drain pipe, with drugs in his backpack. i just think we should talk about this more.

My life is so normal & Dope besides from the occasional falls from Grace

One thing I've been struggling with is accepting the fact that I am not my 16 y/o self anymore

It sounds silly, I know it does, but somehow I still find myself missing, yearning for the things I found interesting at 16, the things that brought me joy, that kept me going and find that they no longer serve that role

The music and the fandom surrounding it don't excite me anymore, the game I adored has been untouched for months with no future plans, the clothes I couldn't wait to get off the clothesline sit collecting dust at the bottom of a drawer

I listen to different music, found new games and thrifted new clothes but every time I open my playlist, every time look up my walls to see posters, every time I pull out that drawer, I'm reminded of different times and somehow get this bitter taste in my mouth

I want to be mad at the artist or the fandom, I want to be mad at the game developer or the brand that made the clothes, but I simply cannot

Yes, those things changed but that's not the problem, or rather, it's not that they changed, it's that I've changed

I've grown out of things and in times like this, in times of uncertainty, I just wish I could shrink back down

But I can't, so we must move on