Froggie 🐸🍄

LINDSEY GRAHAM GONE!!!!!!!!

rest in piss to my least favorite gay and homophobic Southern Baptist South Carolina closet case

the illness he died of? sick of himself

I was kind of right, his aorta imploding was like nature’s self-destruct feature

i step out onto stage clad in full corpse paint and death metal regalia and start playing the most middle-of-the-road soft rock you've heard since 1974

hey c'mon, let the boys dress up too

i was at a festival where the damned were playing I was like cool a famous punk band that'll be good then left after 2 songs

the damned were always their own genre

Quick shout out to the Down syndrome kid from my after-school program back when I was in grade school. Like yea he had the usual issues but he was a sweetheart and quite funny; and one day both his parents showed up at the same time to pick him up and I had the experience of meeting a family of genetically disabled people that had jobs and a home and a kid in school and it was a profoundly normalizing experience for me like I couldn’t take eugenicists seriously after that because like “no they totally can have whole entire meaningful lives with marriage and children and work and hobbies have you not met Dennis??” Anyway quick shout out to Dennis you were a real one

the fun thing about having a mental health crashout in your thirties is that sure yeah you're crashing out, but at the same time there's a part of you standing across the room smoking ben affleck style, going yeah yeah you're crashing out. you crashed out before you will crash out again can we wrap this up yet. and the most annoying part about it is that they're right, and that that does Not stop you from crashing out even a little. love and light on planet earth.

menstrual cramps should be treatable at home, with household items like heating pads and over-the-counter medicine. you should be able to go to school, go to work, hang out with friends, participate in your hobbies. you shouldn’t be diverting any energy or brainpower into hiding your pain. you shouldn’t be thinking things like “please god help me please god make it stop please i just want it to stop.” you shouldn’t be crying, panting, gasping, or screwing up your face in pain. you shouldn’t be so distracted by your pain that you struggle to focus on what you’re doing. you shouldn’t be waiting for an opportunity to collapse in agony and spend an hour or two writhing and moaning. you shouldn’t be incapacitated by pain.

What’s funny about being goth or punk is that kids generally aren’t scared of you. When I’m all dressed up with the big hair, dark makeup, and spiky clothes, little girls in particular treat me like I’m a disney princess

Growing up, older folks would always get confused when I expressed familiarity with media from their childhoods and would act incredulous when I attempted to explain the concept of reruns. They'd be like "How do you, a child of this fallen era, know of Looney Tunes" and I'd be like "Because it has never not been playing on television" and this would seem to be brand new information to them

actually I think you should be normal about ordinary citizens of authoritarian countries and yes that applies even to that country you're thinking of right now

washing dishes is evil because you go "oh fuck there's so many dishes this is gonna take foreverrr" and then you enter the dish abyss and emerge with your abdomen somehow covered in water and your hands all wrinky and then you look at the clock and what felt like half an hour was actually 10 minutes

When I was a child, I had the distinct feeling I wasn’t like other girls. Not in a misogynistic quirky way, I had a difficult time fitting in with my peers and it caused me a great deal of consternation. It as very difficult to articulate what was different and I would lay awake at night wondering why what the fuck was wrong with me. Then I realized I wasn’t like other girls because I wasn’t a girl.

I sat down my favorite Elvis Presley action figure and was like “Oh wait, duh.”