I reblog stuff

love 2 just say shit. where's that one post

If you remember being a teenager you're a creep because you straight up saw yourself naked back then. The only way to be righteous is to obliterate your mind with drugs until you can't remember anything

My most diagnosable take is that honestly. As much as people in social justicey spaces talk about exercising your empathy ... there's also value in being able to turn it off so you're not extremely susceptible to emotional manipulation. Sometimes you have to be able to recognize "oh, this is bullshit propaganda trying to tug at my heartstrings" and stop giving a fuck about like. Colonizer feelings or whatever. Vibes can't override your principles

Like idk being niceys is a good start but your politics can't begin and end with 🌈 kindness 🌈 or you're gonna get taken advantage of. The worst people on earth will be like "but what if........ I have a sob story about it 🥺" & you Need to be able to tell them to Fuck Completely Off

There's a certain strain of ... Everyone Is Valid 🌸 style pseudo leftism that ime invariably caters to whoever throws the biggest tantrum. And this is a Problem interpersonally & it's especially bad if you let these people dictate your opinions. Not everyone is valid some of you are racist

something i actually just realized on call w some friends recently is how crazey it is that your online friends are as many as thousands of feet above or below u right now. like if you teleported to their location without changing your height above sea level, well your fucked in some way basically

Fat bitches frotting

because fat bitches are Fri to Lay down and frot with me

Whenever I see some anon asking an artist if it's "okay to take inspiration" from their art it makes me want to make some kind of manifesto or billboard or PSA or skywriting campaign to undo whatever damage strange litigious illustrator types inflicted upon the most basic foundations of the creative process. We can't let them get away with this

mm you’re being such an okay boy for daddy. could be better could be worse. you will receive neither reward nor punishment for your forgettable behavior. that’s my okay boy, keep doing whatever …

girls ive had either a great night or a kill yourself night depending on your view of certain things this is a Story

woke up in an unfamiliar bed with my phone dead and only a fuzzy memory of last night. happens. stranger next to me wakes up and greets me with a smile and a kiss. okay. good sign. i spend the whole time shes getting ready for work trying not to make it obvious i dont know who she is. she leaves me alone in the living room and i cant clock the view out the window so when the roommate walks out i ask where exactly we are. the roommate tells me the corner of two street names i dont immediately recognize. fine whatever i dont want to make it a thing so i freshen up and leave. wander for a few blocks. stumble across love park. i dont live in philly. im never going to die