your mom’s ex lover

probably should’ve known i was at least a little fucked up when i would read dystopian novels as a kid and go “oh man i WISH i lived in a society where they chose my job and partner and personality!! it would be so much easier than doing it myself”

no no it’s fine i just thought that mike would express, like, any emotion … but no, finn wolfhard doing some kind of intense staring works too i guess

we label ourselves to find community— to say “i am here” and “i am real” and “someone understands” and “won’t you love me for it anyways?”

people think gay men and lesbians are natural enemies but actually as long as both parties are loser nerds that get no play they will be harder to separate than two 1x1 lego bricks

i’m sort of like if a man exploded and all that’s left was his gallbladder. i’m sort of like if your ihop waitress didn’t hate you. i’m sort of like the bag section of the goodwill. i’m sort of like buying a desk chair from target. i’m sort of like when a frisbee lands on the roof but the angle is just right and it slides back off but gets stuck in the gutter at the last moment. i’m sort of like when all those birds take over your town for a day and they cover every telephone pole line and fly around in swarms. i’m sort of like a polly pocket that got left in the woods and is slowly being overcome by mushrooms and mold. i’m sort of like if a cat was a television. mhm

so matpat is definitely going to post a video about lunch being the most important meal of the day on his food theory channel, right?