Curate, connect, and discover
get yourself a main character whos two primary emotions are "little cunt" and "catatonic with grief"
Sniff sniff I smell an unbalanced wolf matrix within you. You are fundamentally broken
misclicked on a bunch of shit in quick succession and was met with a somewhat harrowing prompt
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*showing visible symptoms* oh my god i need help desperately
*symptoms go away for one day* what if im just faking it
保護猫たんぽぽと虹の橋の柴犬アンちゃん on X: “もこもこー https://t.co/ydz50uMshR” / X
okay i want you to imagine a cylinder that is infinitely long. okay now i want you to start rotating this cylinder in your mindnim ruoy ni rednilyc siht gnitator trats ot uoy tnaw i won yako .llat yletinifni si taht rednilyc a enigami ot uoy tnaw i yako
no fucking awoo. no awoo right now. its late. its not awoo time. its sleeping time. go the fuck to bed.
You think you can't be plural because there aren't any other voices in your head?
You already have one. Her name is tinnitus.
I just got described as an "ad hating commie" by someone because I said a minute of youtube ads is unpleasant. fully spent 5 minutes arguing and defending youtube ads. insane stuff
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Fine, okay, look, you've been a perfect little pet for mommy. That's what you wanted to hear right? That you've been a perfect pet? Well you've left a lot to be desired as a fucking roommate. Mommy's getting tired of picking up the slack with the chores we were supposed to split evenly. Good girls do what they're told, right? How about this: good girls pick up the beer cans they left on the coffee table. Good girls refill the dishwasher before they get high and destroy a pot of ramen on the stove. Can good girls refill the fucking ice tray? Please? Come the fuck on stop humping my leg for one second