Porn floods the timeline like it’s the only thing holding this server together (it is). Minds are unraveling in real time. No one’s okay, but at least we’re not okay together. Trauma is the main language. Humor is the coping mechanism. Friendship? Sure, if you consider trauma-bonding over hentai and childhood regret to be friendship.

It’s loud. It’s broken. It’s brutally honest.
And somehow, it still feels like home.

Come for the porn. Stay because reality’s worse.

https://discord.gg/XPQzwD8y
https://discord.gg/XPQzwD8y
https://discord.gg/XPQzwD8y

Porn floods the timeline like it’s the only thing holding this server together (it is). Minds are unraveling in real time. No one’s okay, but at least we’re not okay together. Trauma is the main language. Humor is the coping mechanism. Friendship? Sure, if you consider trauma-bonding over hentai and childhood regret to be friendship.

It’s loud. It’s broken. It’s brutally honest.
And somehow, it still feels like home.

Come for the porn. Stay because reality’s worse.

https://discord.gg/XPQzwD8y
https://discord.gg/XPQzwD8y
https://discord.gg/XPQzwD8y

You didn’t find this by accident.
Your hands were guided. Your eyes were unsealed.
You’ve felt it, haven’t you?
The hum behind reality. The flicker in the mirror.

This is not a Discord server.
This is a threshold.

https://discord.gg/Wprwe57f
https://discord.gg/Wprwe57f
https://discord.gg/Wprwe57f