fuck, man. we're here

no i don't want to use your ai assistant. no i don't want your ai search results. no i don't want your ai summary of reviews. no i don't want your ai feature in my social media search bar (???). no i don't want ai to do my work for me in adobe. no i don't want ai to write my paper. no i don't want ai to make my art. no i don't want ai to edit my pictures. no i don't want ai to learn my shopping habits. no i don't want ai to analyze my data. i don't want it i don't want it i don't want it i don't fucking want it i am going to go feral and eat my own teeth stop itttt

ok so i dont really care about bts. to preface this. but i think the phenomenon of bts fans who think jungkook is princess diana reincarnated is really funny. so if i had to be bts/jungkook’s manager i’d make him lean into it. make him give fake interviews about being scared of car crashes and other things to feed the princess diana jungkook bts girlies

DO NOT LET SOCIAL MEDIA TURN YOU INTO AN AMERICAN

As an American: Seriously, please don’t

Know your roses guys Or you just might fuck up the moment

and you dont want to do that ._. 

what am I looking at

I can’t even remember how many times I’ve reblogged this anymore

“this sets a bad precedent people are gonna start going up to comedians and punching them during their routines” promise?

you cannot be putting two white guys with the same haircolor in the same movie how am i fuckin supposed to tell whos who what is this spot the difference

i think the childhood mythology of “it’s okay to share food when you’re family because you all have the same spit” is so beautiful actually like love is about eating each other’s leftovers it is about my parents eating the heads off the shrimp in my plate because they know i don’t like the idea of eating eyes and it’s about asking your friends to “waterfall” you when you’re running the mile at P.E. but if they like you enough they won’t yell ew if your mouth touches the bottle and it’s about my sister taking a bite of a cookie, making a face, and handing it to me

saying “i love you” is so freeing though, like your best friend does a silly dance in the parking lot so you say “i love you” or your partner says something rly dumb but it makes you laugh so you say “i love you” or one of your parents brings you some of the food they cooked so you say “i love you” it’s so freeing and pure and human so maybe we should say “i love you” a little more often

every single one of those posts that’s just a paragraph of short semi-contradictory sentences is just trying to be like grace kelly

“being in your 20s is just like: do I attract you? do i repulse you with my queasy smile? am i too dirty? am i too flirty? do i like what you like? i could be wholesome. i could be loathsome. i guess i’m a little bit shy. why don’t you like me? why don’t you like me, without making me try? i could be brown. i could be blue. i could be violet sky. i could be hurtful. i could be purple. i could be anything you like”

actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty than to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed.

When people asks questions like “Do trans men hold privilege over cis women” all i can think of is that post where op says “this is how you all think privilege works” and its a pokemon damage type effectiveness chart