It’s Golden Hour Somewhere

you know what’s wild is that all these crazy standards we hold ourselves to are things that we don’t even value in another person? like i’ve never been like “wow I love that this friend of mine is too proud to ask for help and never complains about their feelings” or “my favorite quality about this friend is that they get straight A’s and never get overwhelmed and has never told me about a problem” or “i love that this friend has never been wrong about anything or slipped up and said something embarrassing once in their life” and yet here we are, pushing ourselves past our limits for and beating ourselves up over slipups of things that our friends probably wouldn’t even rank in the top 50 reasons they like us

Lest anyone accuse me of being "blackpilled" again I really do believe all of this shit will end with humanity choosing socialism over barbarism and conquering the stars. How I cope in the meantime is another matter entirely.

how am i supposed to relax when there are things

Sapphic lofi beats to bite necks to

never forget what green onion has done for you.. for all of us

"You've GOT to put more dead things in us it's been HOURS" "Drop EVERYTHING this instant to dump the dead things back out!! HURRY HURRY AHHHHHH" "If you make us touch the Chernobyl elephant foot we will LITERALLY DIE!!!!!!" being multicellular sucks I hate lugging ten trillion crybabies around all day