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Universities love to make their websites a fucking maze

Universities websites love to tell you to email a guy who died 5 years ago

Plagued by motifs, symbols, and most of all, by tiresome haunting refrains,

i would be so normal if it wasn't for the fucking symptoms

watching the west wing in 2022 feels wildly naive and accidentally prescient about our current state of affairs. truly An Experience

girlie you can’t give up now you don’t have the dark green couch of your dreams yet

at this point how are you not anti-capitalist? don’t you think it’s messed up that people can work 2 jobs but are living paycheck to paycheck but are supposed to have thousands in savings, and be expected to pay for healthcare, food, and rent? how about the fact that you can probably never own a house in your lifetime, and if you want to live away from your family you will need to share a place with 6 roommates just to keep things afloat? does it make you angry that you’re dying for a living? don’t you think it’s mind boggling how the last time there was a technological space race it was between two super power countries but recently it has between the 2 richest men in the world? don’t you think the wealth gap between average person is far too wide? don’t you feel angry reading about “self made” success stories about how “hard” they worked when there is an obvious inequality in the opportunities they had in the first place? doesn’t it make you scared that the earth is being destroyed by exploitative capitalism? doesn’t it make you angry?

really big fan of seeing the same person in my notifications over and over again. like oooh youre rotating me in your mind again arent you

they banned #girl ⁉️ What the hell are we supposed to do now. They banned girlbloggers

we're outlaws now girlies we'll have to survive in the wilds and eat squirrels and bugs and have lots of gay sex to generate enough heat to survive the winter

The old school lack of transparency on tumblr is amazing because you assume the people you follow must all be equivalent to you and then you see someone write “I brought my youngest to college today” and someone else write “my mom wouldn’t let me listen to Ariana Grande when I was a kid” and then your head explodes

i love saying etc. like figure it out yourself

the goal of hoarding notebooks as a writer is not to USE the notebooks but to feel like they could be used, a mental bolstering tactic such as dragons collecting gold but never spending it.

people who willingly use semicolons are so sexy