just a bag of bags

ngl if you're doing the whole Blogging thing right you shouldn't need to put your disorders in your bio bc your followers will just figure it out on their own. it's kind of a "show don't tell" type of thing

I love a woman with a loud ass laugh. I love a cackle. I love a guffaw. Love when a bitch laughs so hard it scares the dog. Be unapologetic in your joy.

do you think two pennies is still enough for the ferryman or has inflation driven up the fare

if he makes me use an app I am simply not crossing the river Styx.

yay! bunnies snacktime! 🥕🩷🐇

cotton is planted, watered, weeded, harvested by big huge machines with spinny arms and then those spinny arms put the cotton on a conveyor belt to be fed into to a factory where it is cleaned, spun, woven, dyed, and pre-shrunk by machines, and then more big spinny arms put it onto another conveyor belt that feeds into another machine that can draft, cut, align, and sew fabric all by itself with its camera and advanced fabric-aligning algorithm and more spinny arms. nobody drives anything anywhere or operates the sewing machines or anything. everything is arranged exactly like in a base-builder video game. in these people's minds. I guess

simply cannot ever resist what i call the little mermaid or the tin man or the pinnochio plot, the one about a character who is either inhuman or human but outside in some way, constantly searching for whatever it is that they consider to be the quintessential proof of humanity, preoccupied by it so deeply that they fail to realize the proof is in the act and fact of the search itself

MAYBE WE’LL FIND IT IF WE BOTH LOOK

'the author's barely disguised fetish' is quickly turning into another version of 'what drugs were they on when they made this?'