No one’s saying this so I guess I’ve gotta: no more shirtless scenes for men if the actors gotta starve himself. Its just as bad as woman being forced to lose weight for a needless sex scene/photoshoot what have you. If it endangers the health of the individual it should not be encouraged.

the year is 2036. presidential candidate pewdipie is facing off against his democratic rival, chrissy teigan. the moderator poses their first question, which is if drill bits should be pink in october for breast cancer awareness or if that money should be used to give more soldiers geneticly modified laser eyes. “maybe a better world is still possible” you impulsively post on TwitterPrime. the elon musk pickle rick missle obliterates you within seconds, but not before everyone in your replies asks why you’re trying to distract from the important issues. are you perhaps a russian agent

I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

being in your early twenties is like [grocery shopping alone] [having instant noodles for dinner] [remembering random details about that one friend you haven't spoken to in five years] [feeling overwhelming guilt for every purchase that isn't strictly "necessary"] [having midday naps] [finding out through facebook that the girl who was mean to you in high school has a husband and a baby] [falling a little in love with every stranger on public transport] [pretending you're not afraid of being alone] [wondering when you'll feel like a fully realized person] [listening to bands you liked in middle school] [blinking and it's suddenly december] [failing to imagine yourself ten years from now] [feeling like you're running out of time]

wheres that picture of like the performers at the bolshoi or somewhere reading about gagarin going into space during intermission while all still in costume