Shitpost Extraordinaire

one time i told a group of lesbian and bi women that i have never watched wicked and they were shocked, gagged, gooped, “but you’re queer. you like pussy. how have you not seen wicked?” yeah. well. i like pussy, not musicals?

“are you going to the lucy dacus concert?” no. i listen to gucci mane.

I think the most incredible thing about the guy who accidentally put his head in a particle accelerator is not the fact that it happened, or the fact that he survived, its the fact that after getting blasted with a wave of protons traveling at 99% the speed of light and seeing “the light of a thousand suns” he just quietly left the room, went about his day, and went home without telling anyone. Really just speedran the five stages of grief and arrived at the attitude of “welp, whatever happens next happens.”

"why is the character like that" >look inside character >it's the author's subconscious attempt to love themself

this is meant positively by the way. sometimes you love the character so much you end up putting a piece of yourself in it to learn how it is to love yourself without realising and thats ok.

nothing bottom jeans and boots with the nothing

the whole club was gone

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does anyone know if it’s okay to want things or let yourself have them