i get mean when i'm angry, like a bad dog

It's so funny to me that Mary Shelley, her husband, John Polidori, and Lord Byron had a competition to see who could write the best horror story and she wrote fucking Frankenstein. Imagine losing a competition that badly. Imagine just doing a silly little competition with your friend and she basically invents a new genre and creates one of the most famous characters in fiction. Imagine being proud of your little story and then she shares one that people will still read every day in 200 years. Imagine doing a writing competition with your wife and she becomes so recognizable that you'll always be known as Mary Shelley's husband

What's the prompt?

Like we have commodified human connection to a degree where if you go beyond smalltalk you're oversharing and if you talk too deeply about your life you're traumadumping and if you get visibly upset you're manipulative and if you care too much you're codependent and if you want to talk about anything heavy you're expected to go hire a therapist because your friends shouldn't have to deal with that stuff and yet we're all sitting around wondering why so many people are lonely...

First reblog of 2026

people who say "spam likers dni" are actually allergic to joy and whimsy

it's scary how quickly calories add up.

I hate my 3d but I just can't seem to give it up.

I’m so sad I can’t share this gem with any anyone irl, cuz this gold

hunger pains?? babe no that's the weight leaving my body

What substance I gotta abuse to feel like I'm enough