formerly librarianarchy

Brits live in 3 Sadness Stroll and Americans live in 958571995720&5 Northeast E West

nothing makes me go "ooooh we are NOT the same" quite like reading some post about how people talk with their parents about their interests. what do you mean you told your father about stevebucky. what do you mean he asked further questions

thank you women with deep voices for being perfect

it pains me to say it but the more people talk shit about the women who wear those shorts/leggings with the weird butt seam that looks like it gives you a terminal wedgie, the more compelled I feel to take the women’s side

ohhhhhh my godddddddd you saw someone wearing really tight revealing pants in public? should we throw a party? should we invite goody proctor

and while we’re at it, I’m done worrying about cameltoe. I don’t have time to be pulling and tugging at my clothes all day. if you can see the outline of my pussy you should say thank you and go about your business

if youre in the US (especially the northeast + michigan) i would avoid bagged salads/greens and generally wash your produce very thoroughly unless you want the diarrhea parasite

Fiction is Bad and Wrong because the people in it are Real, and forcing them to exist is a violation of their consent (you can't ask them for consent before they exist)

Fiction is also Wrong because it's Lying

Non-fiction is bad because any statement of fact is first filtered through the bias of the author

Looking at pictures of people is wrong because they're younger in the photo, which makes it an idealization of youth

This addition is Bad and Wrong cuz you didn’t include my username. I deserve credit for my Bad and Wrong takes

We can be irredeemable together

a lot of scares get like a second of reaction before the "oh -_-" moment but dude legit spent a solid ten seconds ready to be killed by a dragon

This is made 10x better by the account name being “anxietycouple”

washing dishes is evil because you go "oh fuck there's so many dishes this is gonna take foreverrr" and then you enter the dish abyss and emerge with your abdomen somehow covered in water and your hands all wrinky and then you look at the clock and what felt like half an hour was actually 10 minutes