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you will tell yourself that this summer is This summer is The summer for annoying oogles. that this summer will pass and then these kids who said they would be on your floor for two nights but have been there for two weeks will leave. but alas, even if you banish them completely from your house they will be back. not in your living room, next summer theyre gonna be in your city and theyre gonna be at every show you go to. every single one until the leaves start changing. somehow they will manage to happen be in the same room as you so much that you know all of their drama. you have opinions about it. they ask you about your opinion and then youre involved. your opinion holds weight because they think youre cool and wise. somehow theyve only gotten more annoying with age and not less. they still arent allowed in your house after all the bullshit that happened but they get on your nerves less now. you cant take them anywhere without some kind of situation happening but its kind of endearing despite it legitimately inconveniencing you often. they talk to you like youre their mom. nominally you actively dislike them as people but you think about them when theyre gone. next summer theres like twice as many of them and you cant really tell them apart. they operate like a hivemind and you wonder how this many people even manage to travel together. the ones youve never met before know more about you than you thought even the ones you housed up two summers prior knew about you. they tell you your own gossip from two exes ago and it would be awkward to even ask how they know about any of this shit. it is impossible to leave your house without encountering this gaggle of kids everywhere, no matter what part of town you go to. you pass them on your way out of the infoshop, ride a city bus for forty minutes to get to your friends house, and theyre spanging at the bus stop you get off at. its a godawful spot to panhandle. walking there would have taken two and a half hours. its mid-november and its a hundred degrees outside. one of them cracked a fire hydrant open with a pipe wrench. theres twenty kids whose names you all know dancing in the spray, and every time you change which one youre looking at youre absolutely confident that their face had been a completely different one a moment before. they have forty unleashed dogs with them. annoying oogle summer. annoying oogle summer. annoying oogle summer. annoying oogle summer

im not sorry for never being on tumblr anymore, its actually fantastic for me to not be on tumblr (even though the moment i leave a terrible depression i go back to posting all the time literally every single time)

mao zedong is a feeling we carry with us in our hearts

honestly just let that boy fumble you

i promise i didnt join a cult. in all likelihood i will probably join like three more cults before i die just because i know what kind of person i am but this isnt that

in the past week and a half my entire life has started revolving around an eastern orthodox monk but i feel like i shouldnt talk about him on the internet until after he dies. this is not a shitpost

the point of the disco elysium communist vision quest is that a perfectly politically developed communist is supernaturally good at jenga

they got your mans on revisionism! and he was your mans!