Cherri-ying - Dreams Swept Asunder

voted time magazine's sexiest sacrificial lamb of the year

Me when… me when… the identity is horror. Who are you? Can you be replicated? Is that replication you? If someone looks just like you, acts like you and is interpreted by others as you, are they you? Do your thoughts count for anything? If everything you actually think stays in your head and never comes out then you die do people grieve you? Do you respond to your name or to any name?

SEVIKA SIMPS COME GET YALL JUICE 🤭

Fr tho she is so fine 😮‍💨✋

I saw a very blunt Instagram comment today that told a writer, "AI is going to steal your job soon. You may want to choose something else." It was so nonchalant and casual, like what was just said wasn't heartbreaking to hear.

Can we writers just make a pact just to... not quit? Can we not give in so easily? Can we actually fight to keep our professions and continue to share our own original work? I will never expect writing to be my main source of income, but that does not mean I'm so willing to give it up for the sake of some robot.

wtf is the male loneliness epidemic can we PLEASE turn our attentions to the lesbian vampire scarcity crisis.

Not me yapping to my audience of 0 people

I wonder how you'd feel knowing that I'm clawing my way out of the body bag you left me in

Shoot me dead if you ever catch me using 'y/n'

the thread I'm hanging on by is an exposed nerve

Me when I crush her dried up menstrual blood into a fine powder and snort it