Embrace The Butch

No but listen the life-size boba fett statue could fix me

WHY PAY FOR THERAPY WHEN I COULD GET LIFE-SIZE BOBA FETT????

[Image Described: a young Black woman (or older teenager, I'm bad at ages by appearance) in a headband with her (assuming, because I think I've seen this person in a meme but can't place it) fists pumped and screaming into the camera. End I.D]

I always know its getting toasty out in the world because girls start reblogging this post like crazy

First of all he's not my boyfriend he's some other shit. Plus scientists don't even know the ramifications of it's hazards yet

(smoking a cigarette) the average american is afraid of what is new and what is foreign, and especially of what is adult. they are trapped forever in daycares of their own design, reading books and watching shows made for children. And while there are interesting things made for children, by and large, they tend to stick to inoffensive, intensely juvenile things that won't challenge them much. And worst of all, if you suggest to your Average American that they should try to step outside of their narrow box, especially if they're trying to become artists, animators, film makers, novelists, etc, everyone acts as if you've just bombed the daycare. Wow.

my dad is very intensely involved a battle with his city’s public administration over a playground they have tried to forcibly remove like five times in the past 20 years and DID remove once in like 2005 but then had to rebuild because my dad was such a pain in their asses and came through with undeniable receipts of the zoning plan from the 60s/the historic/cultural value of the urban planning…. like there’s a woman in the city office who is his arch nemesis. he is literally the daredevil of urban planning

everyone in the tags needs to stop saying they want to fuck my dad.

The two wolves inside every writer: "this is genuinely the best thing i have ever written. i am gifted. i am changed. this paragraph alone justifies my entire existence on this planet." and then five minutes later, same paragraph: "who wrote this. who allowed this. this reads like a golden retriever trying to describe grief. i need to lie down and reconsider everything." both wolves are always wrong. the paragraph is fine. you need a snack.