Professor Finesser wasn’t just a nickname—it was campus lore. By day, he lectured on moral philosophy with a voice so smooth it made Kant sound like poetry; by night, he was sipping espresso at dim cafés, dropping existential game like, “Maybe we’re all just looking for someone to share our absurdity with.” He didn’t chase, didn’t brag, didn’t need to. His DMs stayed full, his office hours even fuller. But he never crossed lines—just minds. His finesse wasn’t about conquest, it was about connection. He didn’t seduce with compliments, but with curiosity. And somehow, you always left the conversation feeling like the most interesting person in the room—even if you came in just asking about the syllabus.

next time i see you its on sight

no u

eat ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥

when i wake up in the morning i gotta fart really bad, so ill turn over on my belly and within like 5 seconds I release this massive 4 second long fart. Feels really really good, and it always reminds me of spending time with you when it hits my nose <3.

keep going im boutta finish