I Don't Know What I'm Doing

when some evil cunt dies posting on tumblr carries the feeling of the last day of school before summer break

If it's a legitimate assassination the male body has ways of shutting that whole thing down

Getting shot while literally dismissing people’s concerns about gun violence under a tent with the words “Prove me wrong” printed on all sides is the most fucking hilarious way to die

i’m just saying aragorn son of arathorn oh im sorry STRIDER (one of them rangers what his right name is i never heard etc etc) didn’t need to be that sexy at the prancing pony. like ostensibly he’s trying to lay low but even dipshit little [relatively] eighteen y/o frodo is like hey what’s the deal with that extremely ostentatiously sexy man in the corner

“you draw far too much attention to yourself ‘mister underhill’” if i were frodo i wouldve snapped. jesus christ. i can’t help that i’m two feet shorter than everyone else in this definitely definitely 100% a gay bar but at least i didn’t lurk in a sexy corner making eyes at everybody from under my cloak at least im TRYING to pretend i’m not a protagonist you fine ass idiot. i KNOW i’m being pursued by the black riders which is why i didn’t SERVE CUNT from the SHADOWS. the fellowship of the nerve of this bitch

man i’m so tired of all you virgins correcting me on this post i don’t caaaare how old frodo is i care that he and the rest of the fellowship took one look at the once and future king of gondor and immediately knew he was worth the uti

Do not waste your tears over fascists. "He was somebody's this, he was somebody's that". Michael Brown was someone's son, and so was Trayvon Martin, Tamir Rice, Emmett Till. Sandra Bland was someone's daughter, and so was Breonna Taylor, while she slept. Sonya Massey, too, was someone's baby girl. Latasha Harlins was someone's baby. Martin Luther King Jr was somebody's son, husband and father, and yet the FBI killed him. Fred Hampton, Malcolm X, Patrice Lumumba. Hind Rajab, someone's baby. Khaled Nabhan, and his granddaughter, soul of his soul. Refaat Alareer. And on and on and on, every martyr, every Black and Palestinian person whose been told over and over again how cheap our blood is, how NOTHING our life is. I do not weep over the death of white supremacist, I fucking cheer. One less of them means a Black or brown child can live another day.

As a non-childless adult it is my duty to embrace hobbies and pastimes so that my children can see that being an adult doesn’t mean giving up on fun, and being a parent doesn’t mean giving up on your individual self. I must vibe and chill, and do fun things, for their sake. 🩵