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It’s always interesting to see the views on what likes mean to some people

you guys are fucking sick

Everyday I’m closer to the idea of just dating girls this summer LOL

Overheard in the Bronx: Dominican girl telling Rican man she won’t fuck him unless he gets her name tatted

Nigga watching a Bonnie Blue documentary 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ur not a real baddie until a man has tried to forbid you from posting on social media

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*having sex with a bad person* i’m separating the art from the artist

@KeruboSk More like Instagram will lead you to your next boyfriend if you pay attention 😂

Instagram will lead you to the real girlfriend if you pay attention.

Everything hurts

TIL this day I’m still tryna catch up to my peers. They did not waste time like I did. Young ppl don’t be like me.

@modearndad @10trillionfiat @kaitduffy Literally 😭 obv it’s gonna be crazy during the holidays

@10trillionfiat @kaitduffy You go to the worst part of the city at the worst time of the year and complain. Yeah stay down south

@kaitduffy Whenever I go to New York (usually for Christmas and to watch the New Year's ball drop), it gives me anxiety because everyone is in such a rush and bumping shoulders with each other. I much prefer the South.

Nearly a whole generation of gay people died of AIDS

NYC is no longer a city, it is an algorithm. If you live in, say, Cincinnati, when you go to get ice cream with your friends, you really are just going to get ice cream with your friends. In NYC, this is not possible. You cannot just go to get ice cream, because, against your will, you are very self-consciously “someone who lives in NYC, going to get ice cream with their friends, in NYC.” You are never able to achieve full presence of mind because you are constantly placing yourself inside a chapter in some made up, schizophrenic and highly disorienting book. Put another way, as a New Yorker, you do not live in a city, but a massive, procedurally generated simulation of one. You are nothing more than a vapid unit of flesh and bone trapped since a Baudrillardian infinity mirror, where the references have their own references. You become more of a vague concept than a real person—some strange, soulless mix of ambition and violent/sexual impulses—and in your constant confusion you fail to ever become a true subject. You pay $17 for the ice cream cone. Then, you pull out your list of saved Instagram Reels which tell you where to get reservations for pasta later. When you arrive, you find yourself stuck in yet another long line, with people who look just like you. The longer you wait in lines like these, the harder it becomes to ever recover the soul of the person you were before you moved into your East Village studio.

doing a line of hope

@lovedontcost11 @ruledbymercuryy @GLDNeatz What can we genuinely do other than work smarter not harder

@ruledbymercuryy @GLDNeatz blind?? we letting them 😂😂😂😂😂😂

found my mom’s grocery receipt from 2006, and I just fell to my knees omg…🧎🏾‍♀️

@ruledbymercuryy @GLDNeatz fuck blind we getting FUCKED eyes wide open this shit insane

@ruledbymercuryy They are robbing us blind

@_jaylxn_ @tylvrjames TikTok is the biggest snitch fr😂😂

@tylvrjames Oh they even worse! Will put your biggest opp on there 😭

9/10 they fucked your man

@yawningemoji Who told them we liked anything touching our cervix? We’re still fighting to get some sort of anesthesia for Pap smears and exams.