Nico

We don't talk about classic literature humor enough especially when it comes to "serious stories". Sometimes we treat pre-21st century literature as superior and more serious and that the authors meant business when writing them but we forget that they were written by humans, by artists and humans are silly. Robert Louis Stevenson sat down to write a story about good and evil in the human psyche, inspired by the dichotomy of the brain that was prevalent in Victorian England, how animalistic the upper class was contrary to the actual animal in the story, giggling to himself as he wrote down "If he be Mr. Hyde, I shall be Mr. Seek" and I think that's beautiful

it really is crazy that women's clothes don't fit anybody. fat women can't find clothes, skinny women can't find clothes, tall women can't find clothes, short women can't find clothes, big chested women can't find clothes, small chested women can't find clothes. who the fuck are these being made for

we all really resonated with this one huh

As near as I can tell they’re all just designed to hang on hangers.

They can’t even do that right. So many times, I’ve had shirts fall off the hangers I put them on

Normal groceries like milk or bread or whatever running out is whatever. Just anotha day. But when stuff like salt or cooking oil or rice runs out it feels like You’re supposed to be here for me and you’re leaving. You’re just like everyone else

we need to bring back the phrase "what business is it of yours" in a big way i'm serious

i know you can just say "none of your business" but phrasing it as a question with a jarringly formal tone is the ideal way to shoot an overfamiliar unwelcome overture dead in its tracks and force the person making it to confront the boundaries they're taking for granted + it would really piss people off which is funny

&also it allows you to experience the joy of talking like an autistic vampire, which i highly recommend

imagine it being 1963 and you turn on the radio one day and suddenly every song is about surfing. for some reason. I mean they rock but what the fuck.

I mean that's definitely one of two remarkable things to hear when you turn on the radio one day in 1963.