I truly despise how easy it is to complain. How easy, how satisfying, how viscerally enjoyable it is.
I understand why. I just wish it were easier to discuss the things we love, to get others to understand. I wish the urge for negativity would vanish.
if i was a robot girl i’d mix my sensory inputs with another robot girl and start making out with her so id feel the sensation of making out with both myself and her at once until the sensory overload fried my systems