Sometimes I feel like I have no say in the matter, that whatever I do I'll never escape, and if I do, by then I'm gonna be too old, and all good years of my life will be spent in this prison, lucked away from the world. Watching the world go by through the screen of my phone, I feel like a bird trapped In a birdcage.
When I taste the coffee I ordered under the name "I am Charlie Kirk" and the neurodivergent goth barista who ragebaited herself into spitting in it accidentally goon-linked me to her memories of 67 gender-bent heian era Sukuna x Gojo yuri fanfic so I turn into the eternal khaby lame mechanism to show gratitude for having witnessed peak art in it's purest form
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