I don't know what I'm doing either, okay?

How do I explain Plato's allegory of the cave to my cat?

gato’s allegory of the fishtank

tbh i love hear me outs but i also love the opposite of hear me outs where it’s like nearly everyone thinks they’re fuckable except you

count me outs

attention old heads (north american millenial mutuals) there’s a free streaming service called scholastic tv where they have the dear america and the royal diaries tv series from 1999

*seductively takes off glasses* wow you're fucking blurry

derry girls be like i can excuse hatred for the english but i draw the line at homophobia

Iconic.

joining the war on pigeons on the side of pigeons

one day, you will find yourself being loved by entirely new people and wonder why you were ever worried you’d never find them

filter on ao3 that only shows fic by women in their 40s who has a degree and works an office job and probably leaves authors notes that are like “sorry for the wait on the chapter guys! i had to give birth to my third kid😂”

we've all become the erotica writing secretary from 10 Things i Hate About You.

In a similar way to how I wish people without chronic pain and fatigue understood that staying in bed all the time isn't fun, I wish they understood that getting takeout all the time isn't fun either. I would LOVE to be eating home cooked meals but I just can't most of the time so fast food it is because I can't afford anything better with disability benefits. The novelty of bed and takeaway wears off Real Fast when it's your only option.

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