Stuff And Things

sits on my own blog like it’s the edge of a lake wistfully

skips a stone over a few posts

So like an hour ago I just lear🪨︵︵ned that— what the fuck was that. Someone just skipped a rock across my post did you see that

when the blackberry bushes have thorns to discourage mammals from monopolizing the consumption of their fruits and encourage birds to spread their seeds but they don’t know that the mammal in question is ME #notdiscouraged

#ow

#stuck

I feel like "enjoying depictions of problematic people and dynamics in fiction isn't the same as commending it in real life" should be obvious to any literate adult, but too many people online can't handle anything more complicated than children's cartoons

The internet loves joking about toxic yuri as a vague concept but I feel like if I actually talked about any specific toxic yuri I enjoy I'll be crucified instantly

White gay girls really enjoy quote-tweeting an erotic artwork of two women (not from any Japanese media btw) with a vague implied power imbalance with "toxic yuri", then they look at you funny when you say you're reading My Girlfriend's Not Here Today

I originally thought those were supposed to be mushrooms, implying that this cat is moldy

i'm happy y'all made fan art of my cat. i tried to show her and she just rubbed her face on my phone

This is one of my husband’s favorite short stories. He quotes it from memory. I’m pretty sure he can recite the entire thing from memory.

This is a tremendously impactful short story and every time I see it, it serves as an excellent reboot button for my state of mind.

“we live in an uncaring universe” yeah dude and I live in an uncaring house. and I shit in an uncaring toilet. but do you touch an uncaring lover? do you comfort an uncaring child? do you guide to sleep each night a cold and uncaring self?

please hurry up in reblogging this I wanna jorts it before someone puts it in one of those heartwarming tiktok slideshows

yiou can only reblog this post on july 17th dont reblog it on any other day or you will be boiled

you can't boil me it's july 17th

it's july 17th again you can't boil me

sorry but its so baffling to me that people hear jax talk about telling her mother something incredibly personal and then being laughed at and insulted over it and just don't connect it to her identity/coming out.

They start with the anime titty, but they never stop there. Censorship is a ship that tosses a few overboard but never tells you the plan is to drown everyone on it.

Censorship is a ship that tosses a few overboard but never tells you the plan is to drown everyone on it.

friend who went to bed is a type of dead wife

Listening to The Garages without having seen the thing they’re from or played baseball is sometimes just listening to a normal band, but then occasionally it’s like picking up the fifth tape recording in a series in an rpg without having heard the other four or even played the game they’re from.

“what is the target audience of this post” what?????? does your diary have a target audience