Toss a Coin to Your Shitposter

a pit of dread forms in your stomach as you parse my "evil baby on board" decal and realize you have a moral duty to rear end my vehicle as hard as you can

there’s a japanese radish just below this post but you can’t reach it

there's a common belief that artists know how to make art. this is untrue. i've yet to meet a single artist who has any idea what they're doing

i cannot overstate how good it feels to watch older movies where the actors were still allowed to look kinda weird and not be conventionally attractive. like it is genuinely healing

Thoughts were a kind of derangement resulting from an accumulation of tension in the neck and shoulders.

Whilst initially assumed to be a consequence of innate biological weakness, later studies revealed that thought was itself a mere symptom of Language Acquisition Syndrome.

it's healthy for academics to have professional feuds. enrichment activity

i genuinely don't think there's much, if anything, hotter than someone clearly having a blast doing something they're really good at. doesn't really matter what it is. the combo of competence and joy is absolutely lethal to me

i must say, i am a huge fan of when a book is in the middle of a very exciting plot containing many interesting problems when out of nowhere for a few pages it's like, "hey by the way, real quick, here's a detailed explanation of the city's water filtration system! i'm telling you this for a reason and you should worry about it. anyway! haha okay back to the plot" and you just get to be Scared for a while

hate it when you see something in media that has great kink potential so you skedoodle post-haste to ao3 only to discover there's none fic left beef and then you have to sit there going oh I see I'M the pervert weirdo I'M the problem with society and everyone else in the world is going to heaven with a hundred innocence dollars preloaded onto their ole fashioned wholesome funtimes themepark fast pass card like fuckin oath man