I Want To Be The First Person On The Moon To Shoot A Sniper Rifle At Earth And Hit A Wasp Nest.  My

can i come over and implant false memories of us being childhood friends?

I hate having an anxiety disorder.

I've been getting increasingly worried about a collection of symptoms that I have been developing this past week.

Just figured out that it's Hayfever.

The thing that has happened every year

For over three decades

My brain did not get the memo apparently

my unique observation

I'm in tears. I just kept scrolling and making wheezing noises as I tried desperately not to wake the neighbours.

I'm fucking dying at this page someone shared on Bluesky.

Behold, the Embroidery Trouble Shooting Guide that forgot to close its <h3> tags.

Wait, it's not morning

Just submitted my appeal for PIP (disability payments) to the tribunal service.

This has left me with the desire to claw free from my flesh and emerge as a god-beast that preys on the wicked and corrupt.

Just submitted my appeal for PIP (disability payments) to the tribunal service.

This has left me with the desire to claw free from my flesh and emerge as a god-beast that preys on the wicked and corrupt.

the most helpful thing i have ever seen from neurodivergent internet spaces is “THERE ARE OTHER TIMES OF DAY TO BRUSH YOUR TEETH”. this has genuinely saved me from executive dysfunction spirals so many times.

Yeah you could say I’m doing numbers on tumblr. And that numbers? One

Do I need to think up a popesona in case I'm secretly a cardinal? How do I opt out of this?

do you think every cardinal has a hypothetical pope name already chosen in their head