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Torture the haters to death

Live well, be happy, and thank them in your acceptance speech.

Goofy ass. Hurt people with weapons until they die.

every straight romance is a cautionary tale

it’s always “I understand why you have an autism diagnosis now” and not “thank you for explaining the entirety of the Chernobyl nuclear disaster to me, I really enjoyed hearing about the Chernobyl nuclear disaster”

my new wave grandma Depeche Maude

I will asexual-ify any character I want, I will asexualize characters in ways you've never seen before. I Do Not Care. Your fav is a virgin now. They are unfuckable

maybe this isn’t an interesting observation but I feel like people (myself included) equate the struggle/drudgery of writing with a failure to actually ‘do’ writing, instead of an extremely common and core component of writing. Like there’s an idealised sense that you’re only “doing writing” when you have these eureka moments that lead you to write like 3 pages in a single sitting. When realistically that is going to be a very small portion of your time actually spent writing. Thinking + reading + editing + struggling + zoning out + getting frustrated are all legitimate parts of “doing writing,” but even knowing that isn’t especially helpful. And it’s hard not to feel like a failure when this type of inspiration is absent because writing is idealised as a revelation-based activity. and that revelation can come in waves of course, where you feel like you’re on a roll for a while, but it’s not something that can be infinitely sustained, and the much more mundane reality is that revelation is not a common occurrence

every “hand made boxers and briefs for transmasc and nonbinary fxlk” subscription box is $80 and everything is polyester and the exact same as regular boxers at like walmart but have a ⚧️ emoji sewed into the side like a cutie mark and the company is like if u donate 25 extra dollars to us with your purchase we will donate to jellyqueens and make a hugggge important impact on the world 🌈 and then jellyqueens is just.. like a small business jam and jelly company with flavors based on different pronouns and gender descriptors (like tme for example) with very obvious like weird assigning of bioessentialist presentation to fruits for the jellies like “amabs” are blueberries and kiwi and “afab” are cherrys and watermelon and the jellies aren’t even good and actually are lying about being gluten free and also get moldy very fast bc they aren’t using preservatives but they still only deduct -$3 from the original price when they do pop up shops in brooklyn while selling them and the impact on the world mentioned by the boxer company is just to reduce jellyqueens pass due bills bc they keep getting fined for avoiding inspection of their kitchen (its in their apartment but they own five cats and let them stay on the counter while chopping and cooking the fruit for the jelly) and also they take a extra $5 dollars from you as a “service charge” on the boxer companies website because the ceo is using that money from every purchase towards their anime boy maid cafe budget for theirnext trip to japan

they call me the text ignorer for reasons I'll probably explain to you in a few days or so