we’re more ghosts than people

i wish I had that image saved that was like "transmascs when you open the sour gummy bag" and it's just a bunch of guys looking at the camera.

THANK YOU!!!!!!

one day i will crack my back in a way that will solve all my life problems

"that time of the month" "monthly visitor" "feminine hygiene products" GRRAH!!! SHUT UP SHUT UP!!! PERIOD!! MENSTRUATION!!!! TAMPONS!!! PADS!! MENOPAUSE!!!!!!!!!!!

VAGINA!!!!

the brain is crazy bc i used to dislike the smell of weed, but then i made friends with a stoner, and now weed smells like being tucked in on their couch with the dog and sitting with my older friends watching them get ready to go out to the bar. and now that house is being rented to other students and we all live far apart but the smell of weed still smells like a safe home, and probably will for the rest of my life. like what.

Whatttt is with the tendency of Tumblr users to seek absolution from every single person who offhandedly posts about disagreeing with something they do

I say this not unkindly, but firmly: to function as a member of a social species, you have to get comfortable with the idea that not everyone will like you

every day i get a little madder about the ‘dream job’ narrative… all i want is to have a job that benefits society somewhat, doesn’t abuse me, and lets me live a happy life outside of my job lol. jobs should not be (and arguably can’t be) cosmic destinies and identities

you really do turn thirty and everything is different and sometimes better. if you're in line for thirty stay in line bro

I like it so much thing called puppy

It’s so Cutes pupppies dogg

you 🫵. make a self-indulgent au now