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you may have noticed that my blog is disorganized and thematically incoherent and my tag game is weaker by the day. this is commentary on the chaos of modern existence

if somone made pixel art of mulch id be very happy boy

throwback to the time i didn’t realize that mulch was the name of someone’s fursona

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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

ah. a nuanced story that allows for imperfect victims and portrays the confusing and contradictory nature of being human – particularly in a context that explores abuse, harassment and trauma. i wonder what people on the internet make of it... oh. oh no. oh no no no no no

feels like im always recovering. when do i get to live

"it's okay to rest for as long as you need from burnout" how long is it actually going to take though. there's stuff i wanna do.

saw a comment that misspelled “kind gesture” as “kind jester” and am now imagining a beautiful world where we praise good samaritans by calling them kind jesters. good on you, you gentle fool. you’ve made the world a sweeter and sillier place.

“tumblr” “grindr” do the gays not like the letter e for some reason

it’s lgbt not legbet

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It's still so strange to me how apparently taboo it is to like a post on someone's Instagram from a month ago when there are posts still circulating on Tumblr from 1550 BCE

If he didn't want it circulating in 2022 he should have sold better copper

you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.

they should invent a job for autistic people where you get paid for thinking about special interest. At the end of the day your boss comes in hands you a form that asks "did you think about special interest today" & you answer "yeah " & then they give you a million dollar. every day forever.

I wish I could favorite things a hundred times but instead I will do it once and then reblog it while crying.

"Guy" and "man" have different connotations with adjectival nouns. Like "tree guy" = arborist but "tree man" = he lives in a tree, or maybe he is a tree.

fuck i can’t believe i wasted my entire life being moved by art and beauty and the indomitable human spirit ugh i should’ve been making money through internet scams