I mean, welcome to it ladies and gentlemen and all the floopdeedoodle gender wenders. Sometimes, for whatever reason, you just kinda know, I guess. Your heart just instantly melts and you see this beautiful person, full of talent. And things are going well at first, amazingly even. And then she falls on hard times and your heart is honestly in pieces because they’re not able to do the things they love to do.
And yeah, I know a lot about Whatsername. I’ve been told, well honestly not even really told, ghosted so many times for being “too clingy” that I’m not just gonna be like, “Oh hey by the way I literally checked out all of your shit.” I… don’t know why people are like that, honestly. They put it out there and I’m the bad guy for looking at more than the last few profile pics? What am I gonna do, blackmail people? Oh no, you were at the beach in 2009 or some shit, whoopdeefreakingdoo. Nah, I’m harmless. Just interested. Curious.
And like, look at this stuff. So, we’ve got Holy Bingle, which is fucking hot and also some damn amazing piano playing. We’ve got DUDE WE’RE GONNA BE TALKING ABOUT THOSE FUGGING ANIMALS, which features the frankly legendary Umbreon yiffcube. Over on TikTok, we’ve got the illustrious art wall set to a song our love has manifested, we’ve got the deep and profound poem about me that I’ve watched probably like 100 times because it brings me so much confort, and lastly, the one thing my heart wants most in the world. You’ll see. You’ll see how fucking jovial Whatsername is. I want that, goddammit.
She is gorgeous and talented and creative and the world has beaten her down so much and just. Fuck. But now you know what I’m trying to do, as if it wasn’t obvious.