LIVE SLOW DIE WHENEVER

said "can you calm down or do you need a leash" to a horny guy and i instantly realized it worsened the situation

phone somehow autocorrected "the joker" to "the worker." why so devoid of class consciousness, batman

we hate you john green

My name is not important. What is important is what I’m going to do… I just fuckin’ hate this world. And the human worms feasting on its carcass. My whole life is just cold, bitter hatred. And I always wanted to die violently. This is the time of vengeance and no life is worth saving. And I will put in the grave as many as I can. It’s time for me to kill. And it’s time for me to die. My genocide crusade begins here.

hey johny my bro relax

I see a child run out in front of this car and I throw a black lace shawl over their shoulders, saving their life

just molted for the first time ama

U feelin' mushy? Easily susceptible to predation..?

ok no more questions

maybe if tumblr allowed you to typeset your posts in LaTeX it would have succeeded in becoming the next pdf

\documentclass{reblog} \usepackage{tumblr} \begin{document} I dunno, feels like this could be a little unwieldy\ldots \end{document}

i think its fine to have limited tastes in media if you understand your limitations. like i wont shame someone if they only watch cartoons because thats their choice but i also dont think you can go making hot takes about the horror genre if the scariest thing youve watched this decade was the owl house finale. that seems ill advised.

surely this stranger you've never spoken to before will fall instantly for your most charming and debonair social move yet: ironic sexual harassment

there are corners of this website where the year is still 2013. and sometimes, on beautiful nights when the veil is thin, you can find them . if you know where to look

every day it just concerns me how little compassion people have. no compassion for those living in the global south. no compassion for immigrants. no compassion for disabled ppl. no compassion for addicts. no compassion for prisoners. no compassion for children. like holy shit ...

The spaceport bar was much like any, and the girl next to me could've been anyone. Literally; she was using a remote body. She said something strange: "Why do you think they call them 'ghost ships'? We're definitely alive." I looked over, and the body was idle. The logs said it had been for 6 hours.