recently my elderly shattered-up phone started letting me charge it to 107% which I’ve been using to get let’s just say a little bit extra out of it on long days
added benefit that this makes it crazy warm and soft so I use it to warm up my coat when it’s cold outside
to be honest with you it’s swollen as fuck and that’s why I’m rocking with it
Swollen batteries are incendiary explosives.
this one’s just a phone
if it was a bomb and not a phone I couldn’t make a call on it, but I can because it’s a phone, although it will be to the fun department instead of the fire department
respectfully, ma'am, phone and bomb are not mutually exclusive descriptors
I’m not gatekeeping I’m just speaking from my presently lived experience
When you start speaking from your formally lived experience, be sure to let us know!
I already live every day with undue formality and noble grace
