The guy I’ve been texting was like “where have you been all day?” And I was like “in bed, rotting with depression” then he asked me to send him sexy pics lmao
Bout to send him this
@eden_ Your pinned tweet doesn’t make sense
How long did it take for you to research every single female PFP project in existence to come to this unbiased conclusion?
Has the switch to having visible analytics on every tweet has made the entire Twitter experience even more anxiety-provoking than before, or is it just me again?
Anyone else think about how our bodies are flesh suits driven by a brain? And that we flash photos of our flesh suits on dating apps to attract a mate?
Then we decide who to meet based on curated pics of their meat suit for a brief chemical high?
Or is that just me 😅