𝙰𝚠𝚠𝚠𝚠𝚠𝚠(๑•ᴗ•๑)♡

All the people here who bought this wireless bob to admire its surreal heft have precisely the wrong mindset. I, in my exalted wisdom and unbridled ambition, bought this bob to become fully accustomed to the intensity of its density, to make its weight bearable and in fact normal to me, so that all the world around me may fade into a fluffy arena of gravitational inconsequence. And it has worked, to profound success. I have carried the tungsten with me, have grown attached to the downward pull of its small form, its desire to be one with the floor. This force has become so normal to me that lifting any other object now feels like lifting cotton candy, or a fluffy pillow. Big burly manly men who pump iron now seem to me as little children who raise mere dum. I can hardly remember the days before I became a creature of steel. How distant those days seem now, how burdened by the apparent heaviness of everyday objects. I laugh at the philistines who still operate in a world devoid of tung