Zero Expectations, Zero Dissapointments

Babe are you OK? You reblogged "even if you get worse".

at the start of every month everyone reblogs some insane poetry that’s like “august has arrived and again I swallow my bones in the burning sun” and every time I’m like damn that makes no sense. but kind of true.

omg guys happy bone swallowing august

I’ve felt like I don’t really belong on this earth since I was a child but I’m still trying my best to find joy in it anyway and that’s where I’m at now

“my father is a boy and my mother is a girl so i’m mixed” is the funniest possible response to someone asking your gender and it came from 6’5 Viking footballer and notable weird little guy Erling Haaland on a Snapchat

wishing everyone a very universal basic income

you used to be able to get a job just by circling a listing in a newspaper in red pen

it’s sexy to try and it’s cool to care. death to nonchalance

Oh! The intimacy of adopting each other’s vocabulary.

“Home is where the trees look normal” is the sweetest, saddest, most nostalgic truth I’ve ever heard.

if you catch me using "dude" or "man" please remind me of my solemn vow to decentre men in my personal language and then hit me with rocks or sticks or something

The 8hr work day / 40hr work week is an infringement on our right to be human on earth

more than anything i want a world where a trans girl realizing she is a trans girl faces zero fear from that realization and subsequent coming out. Where she can say "Oh sweet, I can just be a girl? Sign me up!", no worrying if shes girl enough, no worrying if society will accept her, no worrying if she'll be an attractive girl as she transitions, no worrying at all in any way shape or form.

AAA video game publisher voice: "Look. The goose layed a golden egg, and that's nice! Everyone loved that egg. But keeping the golden goose means paying for bird feed and I don't want to, so I killed the goose."

definitely not locked in. but not really locked out either. as that would imply a sort of freedom

Oh easy mistake. Yearning actually rises from the floor and longing hangs from the ceiling