A Social Antidote.

free museum trips are wasted on unappreciative middle schoolers. let me go

when you say "get rid of the cursed amulet," i can't help but notice a tone of jealousy. envy, even

I hate the “open floor plan” that everyone is obsessed with in houses now. I want nooks and crannies and bizarre floor plans. I don’t need to be able to see what someone is doing on the other side of the house. I want places to hide and lurk and dwell in the shadows. I am the beast who awaits in the labyrinth

We as city dwellers could lay seige to the suburbs by destroying key roadways because they lack the adequate public transit to escape without cars

idk who Jasmine is but she really went off with that rice

And the tea

everything about the Palestinian genocide is disgusting and inhumane and incredibly depressing but there's something extra infuriating to me about the fact that the reason Israel is taking all this land is so they can bulldoze the rubble and build subdivisions. Like not only are they going out of their way to wipe out an entire people and culture in one of the most horrific state actions of the 21st century, but they're doing it in the name of selling fucking tract homes like that's so so incredibly bleak

Like intellectually I know this is just a current day iteration of lebensraum but there's something about seeing the souless corporate monotony of modern suburbia blended with inhuman, unimaginable horrors comparable to some of the worst atrocities of human history that makes me want to walk directly into the ocean and let the sea claim me

Man, the flesh sucks. I'm gonna abandon it for the machine.

Hey was anyone gonna telle that the machine is also subject to change? The nature of my decay is just different now. Shit sucks. I'm gonna abandon the machine for the divine.

Bad news about the divine

forget about touching grass, i need to touch THE SEA I NEED TO GO INTO THE WATER I NEED TO DIVE INTO THE SEA!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tumblr isn’t social media, it’s a habit. Like smoking. We’re all gathering by the dumpster in the cold, reblogging posts.

do you guys think jesus, the son of a carpenter, smelt the wood of the cross & temporarily thought of home