a cult of sadness

my wife: I'm just worried I'll explain how I feel to a psychiatrist and they'll go "wow you're a freak. You experience life in a different, worse way than the rest of us."

sometimes i wish i was talented so i could get attention from bad bitches but it's okay

it really pisses me off bad that professional english translators seem to think so consistently that not only can they write a better story than whatever they're translating, but that it is their right and privilege to subject you to their dogshit writing instead of making any attempt to actually convey what the original fucking text says

motherfuckers are changing characters' personalities. for real who do you think you are

Like what if it actually is poppin at the Farg tonight

I don't know how to tell you this but your body isn't separate from your "true self"

I feel like an understimulated apartment dachshund. I need the human equivalent of a puzzle feeder