BLACK LIVES MATTER

that was one of the shortest hospital stays of my life, but the highlight of the whole event is that i got the paramedics to read homestuck and listen to lemon demon.

John.

what’s up?

this reads like a post i would see in 2014. i feel transported

when your 15 year cash cow is the only thing keeping your unprofitable network afloat and it's ending so you produce a copaganda show starring one of the main actors in an attempt to keep that dedicated audience, but in marketing this new show you butcher the cash cow's last season and alienate a significant portion of the viewers, the finale inevitably overshadowed by accusations of queerbait and homophobia which drives off those viewers from your network completely, and now you're left with a reboot of walker texas ranger in a politically divisive cultural climate and you realize that the actor that stayed on your network wasn't really the main draw to your television behemoth and the other actors who arguably did draw in viewers have moved on to other projects with no interest in coming back to your network, and then your star actor has a twitter meltdown and the other main actor in your copaganda leaves for "personal reasons" and your powerpuff girls live-action remake gets its pilot script leaked and torn apart over social media and somehow riverdale becomes your last line of defense against online streaming who is quickly destroying network television which you haven't made money off of since 2006 anyway

and after all of this, the only thing you can think is "damn. maybe we should have capitalized off the gay angel."

If I was in a horror movie I would simply combust on the spot like I’m sorry but I am not going to be outrunning a serial killer or a monster or whatever I am simply not in the mood for that

happy pride month to that guy on project runway who had his design insulted by karlie kloss and he told her that she could wear it to dinner with the kushners

I'm all for analysing how tragedy is meaningful and important and so on but I do think people really underrate the "wanna see something fucked up?" instinct as a reason for engaging with fiction.

crazy how you have the option to portray yourself however you wish to online but I still choose to depict myself as boring as I am in person

cats will be like "mreep" and every human in the vicinity will be like yes maam youre so right you know everything we love you

that’s a blob with eyes