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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

i need all the help i can get for finals

I could use some luck

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here

Oh youre "nonbinary"? Can i put you in a box please. Can i pleaseeeee put you in a box. We have two boxes and i really wanna put you in one. But dont worry. My boxes are very Woke and Nuanced. So its fine to put you in one. Pleaseeeee. Wow... youre such a bitch... not letting me put into one of two nuanced and essential necessary boxes... you obviously go into the box all those evil bitches end up in

the other night I dreamt that ao3 got a new number go up button titled "jorked it"

no you didn’t

You've exposed me I'm lying I've never had a weird dream in my life

Line cooks and the weed man do more for the human race every day than any CEO has ever done in their entire life

You make soup in a big bowl. You serve it in a smaller bowl. And then you convey it, using a spoon, to your mouth. But what is the spoon? Simply a smaller bowl still

I fucking can’t that every time before new season of iwtv drops the cast is like yeah no we can’t tell you anything, I have no idea what my character is going through this season, am I even in this season??? and meanwhile ebogo is like so we filmed this scene with that character in this one location (here’s the full address: ), here, even have a photo I took because why not

do y’all remember usernames??? from back when every fuckin website didn’t need your email phone number home address social security number just to join/sign up for something?? when you could make website-specific accounts that weren’t linked to literally anything else??? they tried to boil us like a frog slowly switching to “username/email” and then just asking for your email. but I remember. I remember usernames.

u can be boiling alive in your mind for months and then on a random tuesday ur head gets so clear and life is worth living again and you're like damn what was all that about then

adult backpack wearers of the world unite

i'm familiar enough with my hormonal patterns to know that it's just pms wiggling the control rods of my psychological disorders like an impending nuclear disaster but what if this time it's for real and my last chance at finding happiness or even satisfaction in life passed me by when i was looking in another direction

nothing a cigarette and a blunt and some vodka and calling my senate and researching moral ocd and destroying all of my interpersonal relationships and acting on the urges and jacking off and killing myself cant fix

i’m so glad that iwtv is brave enough to show real queer joy in these times— nobody dies of aids, no queerbaiting, just happy, escapist media about gay people in incestuous relationships with their transmasc mothers, gay people beating up and murdering each other, and the queer joy of finally allowing yourself to be a drug addled rock star haunted by your past