like any lover, he recited poetry (in crocodile)

there's always a bit in nature documentaries where they start talking about reproduction and the voiceover suddenly becomes absurdly misogynistic as you suddenly understand just how attached every human involved with this project is to the word "female" and all of its implications

evoking bertholt brecht’s “the way people cast a play!” quote as a spell against prescriptive, stereotypical, fatalistic typecasting

job interviewer: would you be willing to destroy and betray yourself for nothing?

love island should introduce a "scheming eunuch" islander who is like a smart and completely asexual islander exempt from being kicked off or being made to participate in any challenges and they're just there to provide advice and be a sort of sounding board for the other islanders when they need a disinterested party to talk things through with. but the scheming eunuch has secret goals unbeknownst to anyone e.g. a cash prize for talking a certain couple into breaking up etc.

great minds think of dykes

(getting my reactionary views mixed up) how could you get top surgery... that breast could've grown up to solve cancer

Human bodies are so weird like the upper half consists of every single vital organ and the lower half is legs

that pistachio completely sealed in its shell is scared and alone, like a miner trapped by rubble. you need to free it by any means necessary. get the gun from your dad's cabinet

float like a butterfly (nervously forgets end of quote) green like a pea

dead wife who was MEAN and slept without a TOP SHEET and only went to the beach when it was OVERCAST to SCOWL at the waves

*turns my attention inwards* mmmmm. no *turns my attention back outwards* oh god