Call me Caitie

no alcohol in this flask girl this is miso soup

For as much as I dislike Biden, responding to a campaign trail question of “how many genders are there?” with “at least three” is the funniest possible answer he could have given. That’s my go-to response for that question now

too much art that’s about sex, not enough art that’s about how mini m&ms taste better than the regular ones

THE CAT LOOKS JUST LIKE HIM I’m dead

I heard too many sounds at once and now I am a bitch

We're all one sensory overload away from becoming the strongest versions of ourselves

supervillain origin story: two conversations happened near me at the same time

some dumbass on here with a hubris of intergalactic proportions is gonna paywall a loki gifset and it'll take disney exactly 23 seconds to shut down tumblr forever with no warning. we'll all be left in scattered post-apocalyptic digital communities of people we keep in touch with outside of this hellsite, picking our way through the wreckage. grieving the loss of years and years of content, whether carefully curated and tagged, or a wild, eclectic delightful stream. trying to adjust emotionally to the reality of completely homogenized, virtually interchangeable social media platforms. failing. asking ourselves again and again, senselessly, 'where am i supposed to go for depressed gay shitposting now, fucking twitter??' with only fading echoes for an answer.

what do you mean Just Standing There Ominously doesn’t count as socializing

babe don't even worry about it it's in the baja past

you know what? fuck this *un-smiles your painting*