⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⣀⣀⣀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⡔⠩⢞⢋⠖⠢⡄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⡠⢄⣀⣀⠤⠤⠤⡎⠄⢀⠴⡆⢀⣀⢤⠐⢱⠃⠙⣞⣳⣺⣿⠘
⠄⠄⠄⣤⢤⣎⣠⣧⢕⣵⣾⣿⣿⣿⣷⣮⣦⣏⡺⢅⣵⣿⢰⣿⣿⣶⣝⡿⠣⡜
⠄⠄⢰⣤⣿⣿⣿⡟⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣭⣟⠿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄⡷⠄
⠄⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡪⠷⣾⣭⢻⠏⠄⠄⠄
⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⢀⡼⡫⠏⠄⠄⠄⠄
⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿💋⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠈⢅⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⢏⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⢈⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⡆⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡰⠋⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷ ⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏

Listen👂up ⬆️ all you elf🧝 sluts 😩💦It’s Christmas Eve 🎄 And you know what that means Santa Claus 🎅 is cvmming 🍆 💦 😩 tonight and he’s giving all the good 👍🏻 girls 👧 and boys👦 presents 🎁 but if you’ve been a naughty 😈 little slut like me then he’s cvmming 💦 to give you a big black 🖤lump of c0ck 🍆 so you better watch ⌚️out you better not cry 😭 you better not pout 😒 he’s going in dry

奶龙死了，死在了它最爱的草地上。那天的阳光一如既往的明亮，夏末秋初最普通的一天。奶龙静静地躺在草地上，像是睡着了。十月温暖的阳光透过云层叶隙洒在它的身上。它比以往任何时候都要安静，它的眼睛上翻看着树梢，似乎是在期盼什么在哪里出现。它的表情很平静，似乎下一秒它就会坐起来，像过去那样，笑嘻嘻的看着我，像是恶作剧得逞的孩子。

但是奶龙确实是死了，它的四肢已经僵硬，蚂蚁成群结队爬上它的眼珠，进入它的嘴里。它肤色暗淡，像是刚生了一场大病，还散发出淡淡的臭味。它就这么躺在树下，在十月的阳光里。时间悄悄过了，树的影子斑驳地移动着，像是代它走过未至的岁月

I’ve been wondering if anyone here has experienced something similar to what I call “nihilism masturbation.”

For me, it’s a personal ritual I often do on weekends, usually while dancing to electronic music and smoking weed. During these sessions, I dive deep into the idea of nothingness—the realization that everything around us is ultimately empty, transient, and devoid of inherent meaning.

Rather than feeling overwhelmed by the thought, I find it deeply stimulating and satisfying. The music, movement, and haze of the moment seem to amplify this sense of embracing the absurdity and emptiness of existence. It leaves me feeling both liberated and euphoric, like I’ve touched the raw essence of being.

⠄⠄⠸⣿⣿⢣⢶⣟⣿⣖⣿⣷⣻⣮⡿⣽⣿⣻⣖⣶⣤⣭⡉⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⢹⠣⣛⣣⣭⣭⣭⣁⡛⠻⢽⣿⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣽⡧⡄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣌⡛⢿⣽⢘⣿⣷⣿⡻⠏⣛⣀⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠙⡅⣿⠚⣡⣴⣿⣿⣿⡆⠄
⠄⠄⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠄⣱⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄
⠄⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄
⠄⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠣⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄
⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠑⣿⣮⣝⣛⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄
⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⠄⠄⠄⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠄

YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A BAD ROMANCE