free ranged and deranged. hehe.

in the early 21st-century, the “small business” was a sort of small temple run by a local warlord. Patrons could purchase small trinkets and be granted absolution for the sins of their empire. This was called “ethical consumption.”

What I am about to say is the hardest thing I have ever written. Five days ago, three missiles struck the place where we sheltered. Screams and dust filled everything; I awoke injured in a hospital.

When I regained consciousness, the first thing I did was search for my two children. My heart raced with terror as I called their names, fearing I might never hear their voices answer me again.

Every day, I open my messages hoping to find a sign that someone still cares, and every silence feels heavier than hunger, pain, or fear. The hardest part is watching baby Qais suffer while help feels farther away. Please, don't let silence decide his fate—Donate and save him.

actually i love growing older and learning how i work as a person like realizing what kinds of fabrics feel best on my skin or what brand of yogurt i like best or how I want to be touched. watching myself change, enjoying brussel sprouts when I used to hate them as a child, understanding why I got angry in that one conversation 10 years ago… there are so many mysteries inside me that i have yet to unravel and there will always be more and sometimes i think maybe its all worth it

do not come to my house pouring big cups of juice like this

why did you take this screenshot in a sinister fog?

i hope a ceiling fan falls on the empty spot in the bed next to you and it starts understanding your needs

stop reblogging this post without the art this is the only version that exists now

learning that 5 minute crafts is a russian mafia operation wasn't on my 2026 bingo card but also doesn't really surprise me

its what

Hey what

oh. i’m sure its fine and normal that a video investigating the massive bot farm/slop channel shell company connections to the russian mafia and youtube’s own implication by allowing it to continue for profit has mysteriously vanished with no word from op.

when I’m checking out at the register and the cashier is clearly having a horrible day, I feel like I am under so much pressure to speak soooo gently and pleasantly. like I am handling a skittish and traumatized horse. here I am offering my credit card so efficiently. here is an apple from my palm

hey bestie i think ur post might be charmed 'cause you aren't gonna fuckin believe what happened today

do you remember when we could post boobs and and pussy and penis and balls and taint on this site and nobody had to show their license and registration to see it 😔 was that developmentally good for 13 year old me? no. but I genuinely believe it is better than living in a dystopian advertiser friendly state with no anonymity and I would pick opening my Tumblr and seeing untagged porn at 14 over this bullshit any day