Silence is Golden

really love keeping up with my mutuals through their little tags and vent posts. getting updates on how they’re doing is something like: glad to know your job at the library is going well. i’m sorry you haven’t gotten that raise. glad your finals went well. i’m sorry your teacher is so unhelpful. glad your tv show got renewed. i’m sorry they killed your favorite character. glad that you scored tickets to see your favorite artist. i’m sorry they aren’t touring near you at all. glad your cat is doing well. i’m sorry your mom is sick again. glad you’re feeling better now that it’s your favorite season. i’m sorry your meds aren’t working. glad you’re married now. i’m sorry you have to step back for your mental health. glad you’re still here. i’m sorry life is so hard. glad you’re alive, i hope things get easier for you soon

I had to train daily for 29 years to be this irritating. this shit doesn’t come for free

The dominant understanding of the Manic Pixie Dream Girl archetype seems to have largely shifted to this kinda half-baked "I understand you're just a woman with a cluster B disorder but I'm still gonna be weirdly horny about it.' and now we have all these animated shows with Evil Mommy Dom type charact- [I awake with a start from my nightmare and remember that it's the year 465 BCE, I'm a priest at the temple of Sobek, the Egyptian god of might, and I have to hurry and feed more live geese to the sacred crocodile or I'll be in trouble.]

oh mein gott a viener dog!

Void please, this is the only thing on my dash rn please im crying please

too late. there is only viener dog

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

my girls aka the microbes growing in my water bottle

scooby doo taught us that the real monster was daphne for keeping a smooth talking limp wrist twunk like fred in a straight relationship when he was born to cruise literally designed to suck and fuck

Straight people can reblog this

Diva cup for cocks that's filled with cum by the end of the day

Would you kindly stop inventing things that take my job away, thanks

monarch shit

Historically, when performing long, repetitive tasks like churning butter or weaving cloth, people would sit together and tell stories. Folk stories, fairytales, and even stories about mysterious ape-like figures living in the forests. So, yes, pioneer women did listen to podcasts about bigfoot while churning butter

@spiritspodcast