passing in public makes me feel like white shrek

at this point in my life I am only interested in stories about women with homosexual tendencies

following people who are into wrestling is just like "holy shit johnny appleseed just hit burner hurtzog (evil artfilm director-themed wrestler) with the Prostate Puncher 5000! can't fucking stand that guy!" like all day long

turns out when you specifically seek out extremely pathetic and clumsy women to be your knights and maids they arent very good at being knights or maids

efforts towards a "positive vision of masculinity" or whatever are so funny because what these guys are trying to figure out is literally "what's a way of being a good person that's Not For Girls™"

if we don't even do anything, they won't have any evidence to lead back to us...! it's the perfect crime...!

Actually I imprisoned my will. I'm not going to let that damn thing control me

i bet it feels good as fuck to intend to do something and then actually do it

one problem you run into pretty often on here is that the average tumblr user's idea of a good character isn't actually one who's connected to the story as a sort of narrative organ capable of failing forward rather than just failing down or up, but a character who is faithfully communicated in their example-setting successes as a glue man who has invented a glue that allows him to walk up and down anything

you can even evaluate integrals of exact forms as integrals on the boundary now. because of Stokes.