Briteness' Stuff

rip to you guys but i love assembling ikea furniture its so fun its like legos

people complain about how confusing assembling ikea furniture is and meanwhile i rise above their understanding and exist beyond their pitiful mortal comprehension as i spend a wonderful day assembling two twin beds with nothing but two hex keys, hope, and a whole lot of screws. 10/10 experience would do again

I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?

I'm terrified of speaking to people in real life because one of them could say "I'm a chuckster!" and just hurtle me three hundred feet up in the air

I will NEVER see an anomalocaris. I will NEVER hold a trilobite. I will NEVER see a dimetrodon or an eight foot long millipede. and I will NEVER see a pterosaur

its ur duty as an older sibling or cousin to tell as many absurd lies to a child as possible so in the future it develops the critical thinking skills to know which posts on the internet are satire

masculine looking cishet guy wearing an ”ask me about my pronouns” shirt. when you ask about his pronouns he really excitedly explains to you that they’re he/him.

Kronk energy

License plate “jizz lord”

I hate it when people say u need to learn the basics of art before u go into it...the true way to learn art is actually going directly to drawing what you like, then being so attached to it that you have to go back and learn the fundamentals in order to make the art of what you like better.

It seems like no one these days wants a weird girl who can’t drive

me when I have a medium day: let’s spice it up with a little treat

Reblog if you deserve a little treat

actually i never experience negative consequences due to procrastination. i am occasionally blighted by god for unknowable reasons though

I think the historical treatment of left handed people is objectively the funniest form of bigotry mankind has ever displayed

Bitches will create a binary and use it to oppress the other side for ANYTHING

equal rights for women will never truly be achieved until we have more female noir detectives

and i don’t mean some badass woman who doesn’t need a man and can kill someone in 6 inch heels without breaking a sweat or smudging her perfectly set makeup or chipping a nail. she looks like she grew up in a soggy cardboard box on the side of the road all alone. she monologues dramatically to herself while looking over the corruption-riddled city she works in because she has no friends or hobbies and will literally do anything except go to therapy. she gets beat up in alleyways so blood and rain drip sexily from her nose and chin but when she gets to her feet she looks like a sad wet cat. women want her but they also pity her. instead of perfume she smells of coffee, whiskey and cigarettes, which are also more or less all she lives off of. her voice is more gravelly than a pit of rocks as a result of said diet. she hasn’t slept or showered in at least 3 days and it’s increasingly obvious. she’s either divorced or feels like she should be.