Really mostly looking for some other guys to talk to daily. No hate on women but I’ve been expected to befriend girls my whole life and I honestly get along better with men.

I love back-to-back messages, seriously, blow up my phone. I used to have a friend on here and if he was having a bad mental health day I’d wake up to 80 messages. It was honestly great and I miss the shit out of him.

I’m into all sorts of nerdy stuff but not traditionally nerdy like TTRPGs (although if you are I’ll listen to you infodump about it happily.) I’m more into spending 16 hours straight on google scholar to determine the answer to a question my friend asked offhandedly the night before about the viability of yeast germ after cold storage.

If I like you I’ll send you memes. If I love you I’ll make you memes. If I’m obsessed you’re getting reels, ridiculous photoshop jobs and custom made logos (with matching business cards) for your dog’s fictional business.

I like music. So much music. Sometimes popular stuff but usually weird obscureish stuff with references to slime mold and 1945 Holland. Bonus points if you’re a wook or wook-adjacent.

I’m in a tumultuous relationship of almost a decade. We’re forever breaking up and reuniting. I’m not super whiny about it but it’s a thing some people get sick of. I’ll happily tell you how dumb your girl is if you do the same for me. And then support you 100% when you realize it was 67% misunderstanding on both your parts.

I’m 420 friendly and kind of a psychonaut. I don’t dabble in anything hard but I’m not gonna judge you if you’re straight edge or if you’re hitting a meth pipe in between texts. Not gonna co-sign your bullshit either but we’re all just trying to survive.

Honestly, I love the broken people, the scrappers, the imposters and neurotics. The people who work all week like normies and then take to their beds for their entire weekends off. The 25 year old virgins. The 45 year olds who blew up their ‘happy family’ because they realized it left them with no soul. The privileged who stepped off the conveyor belt despite getting accepted into an ivy. The trailer park kids who’ve fought tooth and nail for their first basement studio they can call their own. The trauma dumpers and the walking trigger warnings.

Hmu!