a rotten jellybean for the beef boy

Fucked Up But True: If You Don't Do Anything With Your Day, The Day Will Keep Going On Without You

it is impossible to watch a movie. every night i think i want to watch a movie. no movie gets watched. because it's not possible

and yet they keep making movies with the hopes that one day humanity will discover a way to watch them. it's so inspiring

FINALLY someone said it!!!!!!!

#A LITTLE LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

Oh yeah baby, keep coming at me with watery environmental states

i think one of the worst things the left wing internet ever did was push the idea that oppression is basically a virtue, and being oppressed is a sign of your morality. it has made it like…impossible for some of you to hold the idea that most people are privileged in some ways and oppressed in others. AND a lot of you seem to have it in your mind that terrible people cannot be oppressed, and that oppressed people cannot do terrible things, which is a dangerous rhetoric to hold imo.

It's nuts how common it is to not allow children to be angry, even (especially) in households where adults are angry all the time. As a child I knew my own anger was unacceptable--not just expressing it outwardly but feeling it at all. So now as an adult my immediate reaction to my own anger is often to feel guilt instead of like. Noticing when someone is being rude or unfair or my boundaries are being violated or whatever. fucked up.

my most toxic trait is i fucking love work gossip. i play neutral not to be the bigger person or take the high road but to hear slander and hearsay from every side. two coworkers complained about each other to me in the same afternoon and i nearly blacked out from the rush

i think the luckiest moment of my life - at least, the luckiest moment i'm aware of & can remember - was when i poured HOURS of wrist-grinding labor into nålbinding baby socks with no pattern & vague measurements pirated off a machine-made baby sock, and they turned out weirdly long and skinny. and then the baby was born with such weirdly long and skinny feet that the only socks that fit him were the ones i made. what a very specific little lottery to win.

Layering my Short Skirt, Long Jacket (CAKE) over my White Tee (CORPSE) and Blue Jeans (Lana Del Ray) Knee Socks (Arctic Monkeys) and Blue Suede Shoes (Elvis) and then putting on my Raspberry Beret (Prince) before I head out to the Bard Olympics where I am disqualified for performance-enhancing power buffs. On my way home I am cast as a sassy but cute side character in an early 2010's Disney Channel original series. I look fresh as hell

idk if this is an usamerican thing or not but it always blows my mind as a small european country resident that yall have many names and types of apples???? what do you mean its not just red yellow or green??? why is it so complicated??? who is granny smith????

this is true for many btvs dynamics but part of the reason that buffygiles hits so hard is that their relationship is lovely and sweet and also pretty bad a lot of the time for a variety of reasons, but mainly that they're both incapable of expressing how much they actually care about each other. in an age of tv where every character is using therapy speak to perfectly communicate to the audience and to their scene partner exactly how they're feeling, realistically bad communication between two emotionally constipated weirdos, one of whom is a very traumatized young person and the other is a middle-aged british man, is honestly pretty refreshing.

Oh btw if I see any "it's illegal to be straight" this pride month I'm blocking <3 I'm very much done with all of this bs

oh well i guess ill just be fat and hot