I am a person (most of the time)

"Yeah, I was dissatisfied with my boring life and got an irreversible medical treatment and it made my life better but it also made corporate higher ups equally intrigued, disgusted, and annoyed by my very existence. Oh yeah and then I took estrogen."

i think "turning into a pumpkin" is my new favorite way to articulate the state of things when I am at a function and very overstimulated and it feels like my brain is melting. it's like no i can't be a person anymore i have to leave i'm turning into the pumpkin. the time is up yeah i gotta go. yeah see u later. pumpkin time.

this is one of those videos I decided to download and save so I can find it again in case this post ever disappears

this guy is straight up one of the reasons i started believing i would live beyond my 20s

(emerges 3 hours later covered in blood) i figured out what emotion i was feeling

Imagine if we did the “public libraries are punk” thing for other subcultures. Imagine if people made shirts that said “Soup kitchens are grunge” or “Mixed Use Urbanism is Juggalo”.

She was trying to look behind the counter where we keep Gold Jewelry and Gucci Purses for pokemon cards

To be fair a lot of stores do keep them behind the counter because they are Incredibly Shopliftable and people who steal them are frequently adults hoping to resell them for huge amounts of money to collectors and not actually like, children with poor impulse control taking something they want.

In elementary school, my best friend and I had this game we would play where we were school supplies living inside a child's desk and going on slice-of-life adventures inside it. And I remember that a key component of our school supply society was a sort of religious schism that existed around the purpose and nature of the giant hand that occasionally reached in to grab different citizens, use them, and then return them, because most school supplies considered this an auspicious and enviable moment of being selected for a greater purpose and allowed a glimpse of a vast truth, but pencils considered it a horrible portent of doom because they always got sharpened during it and came back smaller and closer to death. We were third graders btw.

do it grieving