"ask chatgpt to–" no thanks,, I have a brain !!

dating apps kinda embarrassing,, making a whole ass profile to be like oh I'm so cool and pretty please someone come like me! different level of loser core (goes back to sleep*)

To the mosquito that keeps coming back despite my multiple attempts to kill it - your mom's a hoe

Shout out to that one coping mechanism-isolation

And they say the heartless father gave birth to the most sensitive creature

LIKE WE'RE MADE FOR EACH OTHER UGH JUST LOOK MY WAY U STUPID DUMB BITCH

love getting asked if im okay all the time just because im not laughing from ear to ear and the default expression on my face is misery and sadness.

What do you mean you can't study while your brain gets fucked by your playlist?

’I pray you do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.‘

Running on sabotaging thoughts

"A writing will come out of this experience", she says, utilizing her life for a writing. ኑሮዋን የምትኖረው፣ ተጨምቆ የሆነ ፅሁፍ እንዲወጣው ይመስላል። She lives her own life as someone observing it. And you would think that this would go away the deeper the experience is. When she's touched in a way her understanding cannot comprehend, she would be silently in awe, simply in the moment...and she is. She is in the moment. Just more like a reporter than a live-er. The more she's in awe, the more she hopes for an awesome writing to come out of her later.ከነፍሷ ስቃይ ቃላት እያለበች...የውበት ናፋቂ፣ የውበት ባሪያ...Isn't that a sad way of living looking at life?

i get so triggered by the smallest boom sound or the sound of a plane passing by like i was in the vietnam war in my past life or sth.

I was thinking about the wind today.
Yeah, I know, it’s a silly thought.
Who on earth would think of this
when there are so many other things to think about?
But I did.
Cuz I’m silly…
in a cute way.😊

I was really curious.
About the way it blows,
how it carries things,
how it moves with freedom
all over the place.

I saw some pollen going by
just floating,
like it was on a mission
to find its mate,
to make some baby flowers.
A whole new world
being created by the wind.

And I also saw waste
papers and wrappers
blown across people’s yards,
making a mess.
My neighbor came out and said,
“God dam* this wind takes everything!”

And I just stood there…
thinking
The flowers are celebrating.
They're ready for new life.
But the trash?
That’s just someone else’s leftover story
landing where it wasn’t meant to be.

And it hit me…
We can’t blame the wind.
It’s just passing by.
The things it carries
they use it
as their way to change their place.

Then I thought about time.
Time is like the wind.

It’s not good.
It’s not bad.
It just moves.
It carries.
It shifts.
And everything it touches
either finds a new beginning
or becomes someone else’s mess.

It’s all in how we ride it.
And what we let it carry.

I have so many fucks to say to the world ! You ain't gonna take me down with a riffle(one math equation)

I may look like I yap honestly I do but when I find another whole yapper that exceeds me in my profession I just...stuff his mouth with a gag

Yk wht I don't want consequences to bit my ass

Spreading misinformation

Don't quit your job to focus on school babes.
You and me both know you won't focus.