discipline yokes the human body to time

Horror is when you open a door and there's a guy.

#cosmic horror is when you open the door and the guy is big

we need fewer songs about falling in love and breaking up and MORE songs about famous disasters of the sea

being told you’d cruise the seas for american gold you’d fire no guns, shed no tears, now you’re a broken man on a halifax pier might not be a universal experience, but like neither is the club. so a little perspective might be nice

being anti-amatonormativity in a romance centered world is like watching half the people you know put all their eggs in one basket and then drop the basket and all their eggs break and they’re crying and swearing they’re never gonna do that again and then a month later they have all new eggs in a new basket and they tell you the problem was they didn’t have a strong enough basket or fresh enough eggs and then they drop the fucking basket again.

(this post is about putting all your time, energy, and care into one relationship, about staking all your happiness on a romantic relationship, effectively making the entirety of your joy and stability dependent on one person who could exit your life for any number of reasons no matter how great the relationship seems. it’s about the societal expectation to build your entire social life around one long term relationship, putting all your eggs in that basket, so to speak, instead of tending to larger social network and maintaining a variety of strong connections so that even if one very important relationship comes to an end, you won’t be losing your whole social life in one fell swoop.)

hang on. sequel to Eats, Shoots, and Leaves called Screws, Nuts, and Bolts

basically theres a rich asshole and he meets a funny audacious woman who he's a dick to and then she teases him a lot and he's like ok (falls in love) (proposes badly out of nowhere) and she is like okay well you are the last person i'd ever marry, and he is upset but then he changes as a person and then he proposes again. okay in one version of this story the rich asshole is a hot 28 year-old and the gap between proposals is like idk half a year or some shit. in another version he is a 50-something year old bald guy and he tries to speedrun the second half of the story in like 3 days (not feasible. superficial changes and also she does not have time to process any of this. also she has a job and a house and does not need a rich husband)

first rule of parasite infection is to have fun and be yourself

second rule is to start being something else

#love this but i always wonder what that alert sounds like#like you know what is he saying over the loud speaker#yellow alert: some q bullshit i guess

auto immune disorders happen when the immune system ignores regulatory factors and begins attacking healthy bodily tissues, due to what scientists refer to as "sheer love of the game"

"AMAB" i mean so what. i was jaundiced at birth too but nobody seems to want to assign social significance to that. they should though. they should assert that i will always have a jaundiced soul no matter how much urine i process. and mock me for my weak faggot kidneys #myweakfaggotkidneys