What's the Damn Point

People comment on posts like they're the first person on the planet earth to tell you about nuance

not everyone does that. it depends

lezzing out is such a good phrase its legit so fun. do you lez out. have you lezzed out. will you lez out. when will you lez out.

when will we lez out

reblog to lez out with your mutuals

my favorite thing to learn about regular show is one of the showrunners stating "Yeah, CN let us kill anyone we wanted on-screen, just as long as they exploded."

"fruit has sugar" warning post reminds me of my coworker who told me to make sure I don't get "addicted to fruit". yeah i'm also addicted to a nice walk on the beach

“is it weird to do this alone?” “is it pathetic to do that alone?” every day I pray you guys realize that sometimes doing things alone is the best way to do them

Miss Piggy's response to misogyny and fatphobia is physical violence and I think we should all take something from that

I haven't seen dancing pumpkin guy ONCE this year, are you guys okay?

Why did 12 people reblog this today??? IT IS ONLY AUGUST!!!

“Do it scared” “do it badly” it’s time to drop the guide for do it alone

Doing it scared and doing it badly is one thing, but no one seems to talk about doing it alone. When you feel so isolated from your friends and your family but you have shit to do and you have to get it done no matter what. When your support system really is only you. For any myriad of reasons. We do not talk enough about doing it alone.

Doing it alone the next 1,282 days

i feel like no one really wants to hear that sleep/exercise/nutrition/hydration are major factors in treating mental health issues bc we’ve all talked to that person who thinks your depression would be cured by one good session of goat yoga or whatever but unfortunately they do help and i’m chronically annoyed about it

i love lesbians. i went to get drinks with a masc who had sent me pictures of her hanging drywall. she confirmed over text that she was sending these to torture me. in person, she was so nervous her hands were trembling. she had to repeat her order twice because she was so quiet. she shakily asked for a hug at the end of the night, the way oliver twist asks for porridge. and then i got home and she sent me a picture of her just in a toolbelt, accompanied by one of the smuttiest text messages i've ever read. meanwhile when i called her to schedule the next date, she had to stop and say, "i'm so sorry i'm so nervous i'm out of breath." just. the whiplash of it all. godbless you every lesbian