days of war, nights of love

she’s a 10 but she’d rather stay home n touch herself than go out n socialize..

Let's fucking grab this Wednesday by the nothing

the thing about art is that sometimes you'll be moved to tears by stuff that is not very good

why do people get uncomfortable if you smile and also if you don’t smile

never lose hope. somewhere, a middle-aged, gender ambiguous person with an advanced degree in an esoteric field and a fiber arts hobby could be crashing out and pinning all their remaining mental health on getting obsessed with your otp. any day now, the most elegantly written 100k fanfic you have ever read is going to hit ao3. it could happen. it has happened.

The difference between 1/2 cup of rice and 1 cup of rice is like 18 cups of rice

what companies who sell you anti aging stuff don't want you to know is that if you're chill about aging, your perception of attractiveness changes as you get older. there is no "wall" where you suddenly become ugly and unfuckable because in my experience what actually happens is you get into your thirties and suddenly realize that people in their thirties are hot as fuck and the "flaws" that the beauty industry wants you to panic about are a feature not a bug, and based on the std statistics in nursing homes I don't really expect that trajectory to change.

You can print in black & white without depending on any of the other color cartridges