cactus

@elodieunderglass please enjoy this horrible thing with legs that I just saw

So charming, dont mind if i do!!

feels like a real step back that with all the sexual freedom available to us we moved to Hookup Culture instead of Having Sex With Friends Culture

Kiss the homies. Hold the homies. Make love to the homies. Then play smash.

*nods sagely* smash bros and then Smash Bros

#hell yeah #I’ll show you a good time and then kick your ass with Luigi #come at/on me bro

(confidently) no, that's a self-tolling bell. it tolls automatically, signifying nothing for the hearer. why

Ants are a form of thing, known for travelling in cliques. They are small in size, unknown in color, and bashful in temperament. Every ant has two appendages they use to hurt other beings, and four appendages for other activities. Scientists have discovered many types of ants; gay, Protestant, electric, and chill. Their wealth is considered low.

“It’s photoshopped” honestly in the age of AI that has a homey sort of nostalgia to it. Remember when people used to put effort into faking things?

photoshop fakers are like the villain with moral standards now

i could jumpstart a car with my breasts

the more time you spend in active recovery from any given self destructive behavior or addiction the more you understand the common conception of the "relapse" as defined by a broken "streak" to be, like, so bad for one's own well-being that it would be funny if it weren't resulting in just a lot of misery and death

I told my girlfriend to think of quitting vaping as training her endurance by seeing how long she can run before she gets tired, then doing it again and hoping to go further next time. She said it really helped her.

if I could offer any advice to people half my age it is that at some point you will grow old enough that some kind of mystery switch in your brain flips on and you will suddenly realize that you can kind of just do whatever you want and the worst that's gonna happen is people you don't care about on the internet are gonna complain about it and like, fuck them? you don't even know them? who cares?

Swimming Fawn by Jane Axman