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Live and let live. No hate, no politics, no religion. Everything else is on the table bsky.app/profile/did:plc:sdkxyw2r7xlx5kjhsolgagv6/feed/aaapjphm7ltec
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You deserve to be surrounded by people who make you feel safe to bring out your soft side... instead of those who trigger your survival side.

There are baby donkeys in the very near future

I've never been "under the influence" of alcohol. I have, however, been "in cahoots" with alcohol many times

I’ll reskeet myself idgaf.

(My first day working at Dirty Frank’s Uvula, Weenis, and Arm Pittery) Me: (terrified) how can I help you

And for my next trick, I walk away

I'll be back with vaguely concerning soon, but it's 7:30 a.m. and I've already had enough bad news for the day, so I'll share this important safety message, first. #MotivationMonday

Posting all the dumb stuff so you don’t have to. You’re welcome.

Tinder bio: Fuck off

I love the way you make my skin tingle ~ me to my edible

Todays big news: Hooters goes tits up

Umami implies the existence of udadi

1. Got stoned 2. Rubbed a few out 3. Jiggled my tits for Jesus 4. Visualized the painful deaths of elon and his pet 5, Took boob photos

*trips over your searchlink and pulls your timeline down*

Them: Do you have a preferred nickname? Me: Sugartits is fine Them: For work Me: yes

Walked through a spider web. Counting it as a workout.

There is something so sensual and satisfying when you're able to sit comfortably in silence with someone else.

My superpower is making a decision and instantly regretting it.

Crazy how when you're done doing laundry there's still fucking laundry to do.

Edging...except it's just me pushing the limits of the free chips and salsa at the Mexican restaurant.

*uses two grilled cheeses as a hamburger bun*

My mother: You're getting fat Also my mother: Here's 3 pieces of chicken, a heaping mound of rice, some potatoes, pasta, a side salad, a banana, and a piece of flan.

*sees you from across the psych ward* So, you come here often?

Float like a butterfly, Sting like The Police.

I hate when I'm driving and other people exist.

*quits corporate job and moves to Stardew Valley*

*hears cat throwing up in the other room* *cat comes sauntering in* Cat: Uh, we're gonna need a cleanup on aisle right next to the bed.

Relationship status: Me and my cat just used the bathroom at the exact same time.

Girls just wanna h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶f̶u̶n̶ eat whatever they want without gaining weight.

You're not hungry, you're just staring again at the fridge hoping for a miracle.

Find someone w̶h̶o̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶.

Things I hate doing: - Looking at pictures I’m not in. - Looking at pictures I’m in.

When one door closes, order pizza, eat it all by yourself then take a nap.

Funny how the days we’re living in right now will be the 'good old times' for our grandkids. They'll probably be like, 'Wow, you guys had *real* food in the fridge? That’s so retro

Embrace your inner cat. Eat. Sleep. Go out and hate it. Come back home and hate it more. Rest. Repeat.

Idk who needs to hear this, but ghostwriters are not actually ghosts.

Like you, I admire bees. Unlike you, I hate their knees.

Feeling like Natalie Imbruglia right now, except I’m not torn, cold, ashamed, or naked. I’m just lying on the floor.

Legend has it that the woman who kept complaining about not getting enough likes on Twitter and threatening to leave is still there.

Still haven't found my hidden talents. These jerks really know how to stay hidden.

I feel like we don’t talk enough about how underrated the feeling of wearing a new pair of socks is.

Kindness is my go-to, but fuck off is my wingman.

Time for a pudding cup and a nap. Everyone find your mat.

all snickers are fun-sized

farting on the hotel balcony like some kinda millionaire

If you feel like the animatronic band characters are looking directly into your soul, it’s already too late. We wish you luck in your new life going forward.