mostly harmless

what happened to "cool as fuck grandma" as a character trope. i miss "cool as fuck grandma"

why are scissors packaged the way they are it’s like they’re taunting us. Oh wow this is such a difficult awful packaging to get through that seems to cause physical damage to your hands as some sort of sick self defense mechanic, if only i had something to help get through it, something sharp perhaps

what sort of sick twisted game is it trying to play here

got really fucking high the other day and convinced myself that there was a new villain in the city and had a full on fight with a rat. not like a superpowered rat just regular

in fairness to the rat it survived a honda civic to the face so maybe we do have something to be worried about

Superpower: immune to car-based damage after being bitten by a radioactive Toyota Hilux

Killing abusive husbands when there is no recourse, on. But killing people skipping military service? I hope she was selective.

No, no, no... she wasn't poisoning thrm, she was giving them a "potion" that would make them appear very ill for a while so that they would be eligible for skipping military service.

Ho! Much better indeed!

potion of dodge the draft

Baba Anjuka my beloved❤️

Round guy so round steve has to leve

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

Are your characters fucking in spite of The Horrors, or are they fucking because of The Horrors?

There is a third thing to consider.

I know I never thought I would make it to 20 but boy am I looking forward to 30. and 40. and 50. and 75. growing old is exciting and it's a gift

when I was 16 and lorde said "feels so scary getting old" I felt that in my heart but now I'm 25 and the mountain goats say "it's real sweet to grow old" and I sing along as loudly as I can.

sometimes getting older is an act of spite. a rebellion against a world that does not want you to survive. it's how we say "fuck you" to a society that tries to kills us. but sometimes growing old is gentler. it is joyous. it's something we do because we love the world and we want to see more of it. and the world, in return, loves us and wants to see more of us.