Front loader/back hoe discourse

my heart and spleen in this panini press called life

Hey girl, I heard you were a

land area getting a vote in the US is some colonizer bullshit writ large

My main rule for my life is "Handle your own shit." That doesn't mean "don't ask for help." It means "learn to ask for help in productive ways that don't make things worse for you or the people supporting you." I firmly believe that handling your own shit usually requires asking for help.

$20/$200 so far. and it looks like none of my polycule qualify for the loans we were looking at so… 🙃 i’m so tired yall

gender is a performance and mine is a RenFaire Mud Show

It's going to be 25° f in an hour I hear some places it's 80° Proof of outside

She smiles and says "I will always love you"

I don't actually know how to cook. I just have a little Ratatouille pulling my hair. Except I don't have a chef hat so she's in my pants, pulling my pubes.

, like,

I don't mean to cast a wide net I mean to cast a wife net

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"How did you get so good at flirting?" Respect for others' boundaries, an incredible amount of practice, and a complete disregard for failing or looking silly. Seriously. You gotta practice and not take yourself so seriously. Inhabit the role of the gremlin.

2026 marks my 25th year of recording music my music helped me learn to channel my anger in a healthy and non-self-destructive way it has helped me purge so much negativity and offered catharsis for all of the trauma i've endured other people find healing in my music it means everything to me

i could really use some help with food and getting by for the next little bit. i’m going to spend some time today applying for some loans and stuff but $100-$200 would be immensely helpful to make sure i can eat during this transition phase. avaisantisocial on cashapp/venmo thank you

telling an asimov robot girl that i’ll literally die if she doesn’t start bouncing on it

excuse me where's my short queen following me around like this

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thought i was getting tired sleepy, dozing off.. nah, brain activated, started PLANNING my eyes started darting around with ideas wtf brain why ;___; we were yawnin and shit

still struggling with insomnia blehh have echoes im struggling with from yesterdays flare slowly getting tired,, the yawns arnt coming fast enuff

gender is performance and mine is intercooled turbo

Me, flirting

They actually had 2 floors of different dark techno going and... yeah, it was amazing. There was this couple of women who sort of swept me into dancing with them. That made up for what happened earlier. My legs are. so. damn. sore. P.S. Philly is undefeated with random posters and graffiti.

Me, flirting

satisfaction brings you back

Fat buns unite

There's a big fat bunny rabbit outside my window where the squirrels usually explore I think she's hiding from the snow which is coming down in Great Big flakes floofy style

por exemplo

without saying your age, who was your first animated crush she's no april o neil but she's the blueprint Gadget Hackwrench obvii

My brain is just spinning tonight

housing insecurity got me

aaaand this one

friends who let you talk through it all >>>>>>>>>

To be alive; not just the carcass, but the spark. That's crudely put, but if we're not supposed to dance then why all this music?

it's really frustrating when my phone notifs dont go off like they're supposed to, or i just dont hear them i missed messages from someone about an hour ago for something important and timely and now im fighting the stress and congnative dissonance about helplessness

This is what you voted for New York

"you probably fuck like you type" is the Hackers (1995) quote that keeps on giving

a size queen, but just for large complex major metropolitan areas (ecumenopolis kink)

Milk me

thee angels in question:

looking for her, yearning screamibng crying forher

gender is a performance and mine is a vaudeville variety show

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