No, who are you?

This is a safe space for whiners, complainers, bellyachers, and the generally unsatisfied

😳 <- this emoji but without the blush or romantic connotation. im not blushing im staring you directly in your fucking eyes

Thanks to the ubiquity of recordings, we live in a less musical world than our ancestors did. Within living memory, it was the norm for nearly everyone to sing while they worked, while they worshipped, as entertainment for themselves or a few friends, or for no reason at all. Now, anyone can have music made for them at the push of a button, and anyone with a less than perfect voice is reluctant to sing at all. I enjoy singing for students in local schools and the only real takeaway I want to give them from my programs is You can do this, too! Music is not something you have to be exceptionally clever or particularly talented to make. When is the last time you heard someone singing in public for no discernable reason? I would like to hear it more often.

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I hate all of you

Anyway, a gayer standard of living is nigh.

Adulthood is essentially self-ownership, accountability, and the working understanding that one's survival/happiness is largely her own burden. Becoming an active participant in the authorship of your life is how you blossom into an adult. Everyone approaches that responsibility differently, and some don't even attempt to get close. Age is a matter of pacing. Adulthood is not inevitable. Some of us are children forever, scared forever, in denial forever. Sovereignty is a serious choice. And it is also an exhilarating one.

telling her "fuck i'm gonna cum" while your head is resting against hers and you're rutting into her and all she does is wrap her legs around you and tells you to go harder 😵‍💫

im such a girl that lays down