from the 11th plane of the Void.

Job hunting is so hard now. I miss the days when you could sell a man a fur coat for his mistress then take him out for lunch and get him blackout drunk, then show up at his office the next day and convince him he offered you a job.

it’s actually so interesting because objectively betty is very childlike and haughty and not a good mother at all and you’ll be like woah betty… you need therapy.. but then don will be on screen for two seconds and you’ll be like no betty you need a gun.

feels like a real step back that with all the sexual freedom available to us we moved to Hookup Culture instead of Having Sex With Friends Culture

Kiss the homies. Hold the homies. Make love to the homies. Then play smash.

*nods sagely* smash bros and then Smash Bros

#hell yeah #I’ll show you a good time and then kick your ass with Luigi #come at/on me bro

The production value really is off the fucking charts. What the fuck.

no more historic events this decade that is ENOUGH, i’m putting my foot down

History is not done with us yet my friend

I have received all manner of threat, up to and beyond “I will play a flute carved from your femur,” and yet this is the first time I’ve felt truly threatened

i knew posting this in 2022 was risky but holy fucking shit

a lot of your suffering comes from treating your nature like a problem to manage instead of a design to understand

the thing is that for all its supposed faults, i would take this brand of 90s utopian globalism over whatever the fuck we’ve been doing for the last 10 years in a heartbeat

no one is coming to save yo- wrong!! everyone who has ever shown you love and/or care is saving you a little bit.

no one is comi - wrong!! someone always comes! the uber driver came to take me to my new apartment. my kindergarten teachers came to teach me how to count and read. all the people who researched, wrote and edited my favourite books came to share a new way of thinking about the world. enough of this individualist bullshit, someone always comes. fred rogers was right, we were all loved into being. someone always comes.