womanhood is a prison

at the club no drinks.in.fully stone cold sober: what if thsre was a secret city

Face twists with bravery as a chill runs through the air We have to find it.

We have to find it

im not qualified to pilot this pussy uhhhh *flips a random switch*

i searched for the edited switch for five minutes before noticing that the plane is doing 9/11

me when I see a cat if I’m being honest

wait now i’m curious what’s everyone’s go-to pair of shoes

"trans people just name themselves after characters" as opposed to cis people who name their children after names in the bible

Moving land freight across the continental US takes a long time. Usually about a week by truck, longer by train. On any given night there are truckers and railroad engineers all across the fuck-off huge expanse of North America who are spending the night alone so that thirty to forty thousand pounds of potatoes can make it to somebody's party on time. i think about those ppl a lot; without truckers and engineers and other logistics workers, most of us would in some fashion be out of a job, run out of food, or straight up die. i hope you're having a good night, truckers.

can we go back to the bit about the party that has thirty to forty thousand pounds of potatoes. where is that and how do I score an invite

Love when people accidentally recreate the meme like with the "fuck this post and happy birthday Sonic" one

Woke up this morning briefly desensitized to the language we use to describe time, and burst out laughing over an email saying there's a meeting at "2." That's literally just a number, not even a very big one. What’s next, cleaning the break room at “3"?

OP do you still have the original image. Would you be willing to share it.