So...are we all just a bunch of gays with anxiety?
“That isn’t who I want to be so I will simply not become it” are words I repeat to myself often these days.
reblog if youre an idiot. reblog if youre just a fucking fool.
Mutuals feel free to hold my hand & swing it back n forth a bit if u want
no, spotify, i don't want to use ai to "turn my ideas into playlists". i already fucking do that with my brain and hands and i do it for fun. what, should i get ai to pet my cat for me? to play my silly games for me? to spend time with my beautiful wife for me? how about i rend you asunder
cats’ instinct to smack the shit out of anything and everything is honestly one of their best traits