The Loneliest Sweet Potato.

honestly i just think any variation of ‘i hate my partner’ humour sucks no matter who it’s coming from

like i don’t necessarily know that the whole weird social expectation for bi women to performatively rag on their boyfriends is on par with the boomer ‘i hate my wife’ stuff because, well, one is motivated largely by misogyny, but i still think it’s just cheap and shitty, as is any humour that relies on performing hatred for your partner

You spin me baby right round like a record baby right round round round

I fucking hate James Tissot’s paintings because in ALL OF THEM there is ALWAYS someone staring right at you, but it’s not always immediately visible. You just feel watched by this mf. Sometimes the little shit is right there at the centre, but others the bastard is just gazing from the distance, it is CREEPY, my guys

I think this is hilarious. We’ve been caught.

Imagine: a forest clearing and a cottage. you’re drying herbs and your favorite record is playing on your record player. you’ve got muffins in the oven, and a gentle breeze is coming through the windows. you’re happy, and everything is right.