I honestly have a really hard time drumming up sympathy for all the grown-up adults who seem to be realizing *for the first time* that social and political institutions are essentially fictions which only function when a critical mass of people agree to believe in them.

I realized this when I was like 14, when I wrote an essay for history class that included a brief rant about how any economic system was a consensual hallucination, that gold only had value because people agreed that it did.

*cracking open your moral intuition systems* ohhh i see, there's the issue, you're running secularism on a kernel built for protestant morality.

i love crownslayer's stupid stitched jants (jhort pants). It's like she got attacked by the marketability beam on her way to becoming an operator but just stitched the cut legs back on, queen.

Mentioned to my mom I'm asexual a couple months ago and today.... we got into the car and she hit me with, "So you use they/them pronouns now?"

Someone asked me a while ago if I still had a photo of the worst sink I had ever seen while apartment hunting in Los Angeles. I assumed I deleted it so I didn't answer the ask and now it's gone, but as it turns out, yes, I do still have a photo of it.