Getting a sprained thumb from so much “show me less like this” on this app.

I rewatched X-Files: I want to Believe for the first time in 17 years and I can’t get over this end credits scene of Mulder and Scully in a boat.

My tiny daughter. Does she know how loved she is, how impossibly cute she is?

Were we meant to keep in touch with this many people via electronic means?

I like occasionally sharing memes but I get overwhelmed when it becomes a whole back and forth volley.

You know that white house just smells bad now.

That’s my emotional support movie queue of things I’ll probably never get around to watching.

Was the world always so noisy with car beeps and sirens and engines revving up?

I wish we still had Joan Rivers.

I will never understand how some folks have the time to be bad people. Being an intentionally bad person and committing to it seems so exhausting.

It bears repeating that Kylie’s Tension II is a no skips album of disco pop delights.

My decent into madness hasn’t really been all that slow lately.

I watched Sinners today and was sharing my positive experience about it with friends—why was it the cis het white friend who’s immediate question was “is it really racial?”

Casually sent an alliterative text earlier. I’m gonna count that amongst my successes for the day.

I wish I could quote cool smart book things. I got an extensive collection of movie/tv references to last a lifetime though.

Aggressive stupidity is gonna kill us all and I just wanted to enjoy nature unbothered.

I miss when things were quieter, without music attached to every post on picture things.

You ever just feel bad when you learn someone is just so basic, no depth, just looks?

When I was a little boy, I really enjoyed watching Superman 4. Not sure why, but I had my reasons, I guess.

Going nonverbal for the rest of today. The pope died AND I lost one of my favorite chains that I barely had for months? Shut it all down.

Everyone says that Black Mirror is about how technology is bad, but every episode I've seen is actually about how people are bad and technology can't save us from that

Ziwe kills me. So dead. I enjoyed her latest interview with Orville Peck ❤️

i have a life hack for making literally anything taste better and the secret is have someone else make it for you

That feeling one gets when hearing a weird distinct noise that’s not supposed to happen, and touching and moving things till you discover what that noise is and made it stop. (My microwave was making a lid thing rattle against something)

I miss the times before constantly seeing selfies.

As you get older, you don't really figure anything out; you just run out of energy to care.

I’m barely holding on please don’t make it worse by sending long voice notes

My tiny daughter, she’s so small 🥹🥹

It wasn’t until decades later that I realized one of my bullies in jr high was gay the moment I overheard him talking about how he’d seen Spiceworld in theaters.

No offense and zero malice intended but for how much I been forced to hear about that little space trip for how much I didn’t care, I kinda wish they’d not returned.

I was told we don’t need another hero.

I need that reality pendant thing from Black Mirror. I’m sick of all of this and am ready to be queen of the universe.

I’m two episodes into new Black Mirror and I am gonna be processing this for a while.

I didn’t really have much beef with pointing until TikTok

sure so my greatest weakness is that I’m really smart but I don’t know how to do anything

These two, as an older gay couple. Can you see it?

Just dandy things.

Padam Padam summer was fun

Why are hot internet people so boring and untalented

IDK, I’m gonna just start pronouncing his name as Ellen.

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I guess I’m still grateful for sluts on the internet

Bed of Roses (1996) is an April Fools movie. IYKYK

A memorable April Fools joke was the time my mom said my dad was visiting, so I ran to the living room and he wasn’t there—I walked back to my room with teary eyes, trying to smile because it was so funny. My mom felt terrible afterwards but no, it was really funny.

My poor nervous system can’t really ‘do’ April Fools anymore. That’s been the case for over 10 years now.

People who ignore pictures of my tiny daughter are the real monsters.

My tiny daughter is perfect and makes life happy.

It enrages me to a certain face punching degree when a person can’t be bothered to do the quickest of internet searches instead of saying “I don’t know what that is.” and leaving it at that. FUCKING USE YOUR POCKET COMPUTER.