This Apple Vision Pro app makes ghosts appear in your house. It's called Hauntify and scans your rooms in real-time to find the perfect spots to scare you.
he's a line cook at cookout who's cheated on her a few times and she works at an ulta that's closing soon from retail theft. their love is so beautiful
the fourth wall was broken and we stare in horror at the grotesque cogs and gears that run this machination. Ziwe is brought to heel by gaggery wrought in her image. the cuntress becomes cunted upon. a flop of biblical proportion....
we need to end the plague of banal Grindr screenshots once and for all. nothing interesting or of note is happening here. being boring should be a cardinal sin. your inner world is as destitute as your outer
can't imagine anyone more insufferable than a geriatric leather queen. I just know the scruff profile is a novel and he has an egregious case of pancake ass
went to a Dorian Electra concert and honestly smelled some things I'd never want to encounter again. much love but whatever genders they have going on in there are not for me
this is incredibly sad and she doesn't deserve this but can we pick a more serious name for the disorder? "stiff-person syndrome" is something stan Twitter would use to describe Taylor's dancing, not a life altering neurological disease
Celine Dion has lost control of her muscles following battle with stiff-person syndrome, her sister reports:
“What breaks my heart is that she's always been disciplined. She's always worked hard.”
not only is it gauche to post Grindr screenshots but there is nothing happening here. nothing to laugh or inquire about. a contentless image that has taken up precious timeline real estate. A visual "if I eated soap" without a cultural contribution. go girl, give us nothing
I scrolled past a dog on Tumblr in 2016 that makes you immune to posts like these and immune to posts that break that immunity so I'm actually going to have a wonderful September thanks to the immunity dog
something so deeply unsettling about this waifish twink. he's a madame tussauds wax figure of Frankie Grande burdened with the curse of flesh. a dying puppetsmith in Lithuania wished the breath of life upon his driftwood creation not on a star but on a low orbit Starlink satalite
the nasty pig hat... the terminal case of bear's palsy.... the tom of finland star wars shirt.... flying turkish air.... a deeply unchique world that I'll never have insight into
Headed to my friend’s gay BDSM TPE slave training compound in a medieval European fortress for the next 2 months. I’ll likely be incommunicado until July or so, given that as a gimp, I won’t have access to electronics/social media. C’ya!!
aestheticize everything. be critically self-aware. never be genuine. consume ironically. layer artifice. present ephemerally. never be traceable. burn your cellphone. evade taxes. prioritize beauty to a detrimental degree. smoke a cunty little cigarette.
something quite ancient about seeing a beautiful man and whacking your worm later that night to the image of sweat beading on his inner thigh rather than scrolling through magic glass