West And Dead, I’m On My Way

my bedsheet is pregnant and it's. the rest of my laundry

It's hilarious to me that Al Capone was an amazing tipper. I get why it took so long to catch him.

I just wanna go to the beach at night just to listen to the waves

let the weird girl get passionate for no reason

This summer’s hot new craze is nonconsensual body modification. All the kids are kidnapping each other and turning their friends into crimes against nature.

Hey tumblr friends, in case I haven't told you lately, I have no idea what the FUCK half of you are on about and I WISH I didn't know what the rest of you are on about. Great work. Keep it up.

there's this phenomenon i've noticed on youtube which i dub "man math" which is when men STEM-ify hobbies/activities/art forms in order to make them more masculine. it's very noticeable in the cooking video sphere where there's an endless stream of videos made by men along the lines of "the SCIENTIFICALLY PROVEN best way to cook an egg" (and dgmw, i watch them and find them helpful, but the observation stands), but i notice it also in the way men approach ceramics (a lot of focus on mold-making and slip-casting to perfection, basically reinventing one man mass-production rather than play and discovery), tailoring/sewing/knitting/textile art, gardening and other nature-oriented hobbies, interior decor, furniture making and woodworking, journaling/planning/productivity, even drawing and painting, there's always some man math angle to it that although interesting it often strikes me as some sort of overcompensation to move away from the inherent vulnerability that comes with art making and once you notice it it's literally everywhere

I hate hot, sticky weather. Hot and sticky should be reserved for sex and cinnamon rolls.