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A SOFT DESCENT INTO OBSESSION IS HERE!
Read what the emotionally compromised are saying:
Hey, you.
Yeah, you. The one with an unhealthy attachment to fictional girls and speedrunning loneliness like it’s a competitive sport. We see you. And we've got the solution to your very specific problem.
This isn’t just a pillow—it’s a life choice. A soft, scandalous, limited-time one-way ticket to giving up whatever dignity you had left. You're buying the companionship from a beach queen bombshell who would absolutely ruin your life. And you? You’d thank her for it.
LIMITED TIME.
BEACH QUEEN MAKU
PILLOW + PILLOWCASE
Side effects may include: shortness of breath, impulse spending, and saying “it’s not weird” a lot.
EMOTIONALLY MISO.
COMING SOON.
One spoonful and I spiraled into an existential breakdown. I thought I was eating soup, but now I’m questioning if I’ve ever eaten anything at all. Do I even exist? Is this soup, or is it my cry for help in liquid form?
THIS IS (NOT) A CULT
EMOTIONALLY MISO
AVAILABLE JUL TO DEC
TINAC PART 2
AVAILABLE AUG TO OCT
Emotionally Compromised. LIMITED EDITION. PHYSICALLY COLLECTIBLE.
Welcome to your newest bad decision—wrapped in fabric and sprinkled with obsession.
PILLOW CLUB is collectible merch in its coziest form: handcrafted emotional damage shaped like pillows (yes, thighs. yes, tummy. yes, chest. Respectfully—but also not). It’s not just softness; it’s substance. Thighs, lore, comfort, and betrayal, all stitched together and powered by delusion. (Yes, we have t-shirts. And yes, we have posters, too.)
This is (not) a cult
a POMF CLUB web-novel
YOU’RE NOT BORED. YOU’RE STARVED.
There was a time when the internet felt alive. Random. Emotional. Chaotic in the best way. You'd stumble into an unmoderated forum at 2AM and leave with 14 new best friends you'd never meet. Everything was bizarre. Everything was personal. Everything meant something.
Now? The internet is bleached. Everything is sanitized and boiled down into a gray sludge. You scroll, and scroll, and scroll— waiting for that hit of weird, of magic, of meaning—and it never comes. You’re not just doomscrolling—you’re grieving. Grieving the version of the internet that felt like it was made by people. Grieving the part of you that used to be excited to log on.
That’s where we come in. POMF CLUB is a full-scream love letter to the chaos-core era of the web. To the drama. The delusion. The deeply unhinged joy of laughing at something that shouldn’t exist—but does. We are jokes that should’ve stayed drafts, plots that should’ve stayed inside thoughts, and characters that are one emotional breakdown away from dragging you down with them. And that’s what makes it real. We’re not here to optimize. We’re here to feel. We’re building something handcrafted, unhinged, and completely unserious—on purpose. We make things for people who want to care too much again. Who want to spiral into something beautiful with characters who should probably be in therapy. To laugh so hard, they accidentally cry. To cry so hard, they accidentally laugh. So, if you’ve been looking for something real in a feed full of nothing—hi. Welcome. We’ve been saving you a seat.
YOU.NEED.TO
GET.IN.HERE.
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THE DISCORD IS OPEN AND WE’RE DOUBLING IN A WEEK OR WE COMMIT CRIMES. We want your friends. Your grandma. Your dog. Your grandma’s dog. MAKE. AN. ALT. ACCOUNT. We’re not here to grow politely—we’re here to SPREAD LIKE EMOTIONAL FUNGUS!
