In Hyacinth and Gold

Those sick fucks at Ocean Spray will mix anything with a cranberry

why didnt achilles' mom dip all of the baby in the water? fucking moron i'm glad her son is gay and died

We have this interesting situation where we basically no longer have privacy nor the expectation of privacy, but we also don't have community or meaningful connection with others, so we're all simultaneously both completely exposed and absolutely alone, and please understand that when I say this situation is "interesting", what I in fact mean is that it's "nightmarish and I wish I could wake up"

I think when you correctly identify a trauma that is the base of a woe of yours it should just disappear. It should be like "aaahh. you got me" and vanish and leave 100 dollars behind

My hate for the military vs my love for the 🫡 emoji