time & again

When i was a kid and we got guinea pigs i remember being like "god damn my dad is really excited about these guinea pigs" but i get it now. Imagine the rush being like 40 in a loveless marriage with a job u hate but suddenly u have guinea pigs

holy shit have you evver tried this new substance called album in order

if your animal is lying on the floor, furniture etc, it’s important to take a picture of them. then, if they move or shift in any way, it’s important to take another picture. with this technique, you can take many pictures of your animal

i think people are starting to confuse class analysis with bioessentialism. like... no not all men do this, but Men as a constructed social class do do this. that's still okay to say. that is regular material analysis of the world around us.

the version of you from five years ago would be genuinely amazed by what you’ve handled since then. sit with that for a second

practicing self care less out of self love and more for the sheer logical reasoning of it’d be kinda stupid of me to expect myself to be able to function without proper maintenance

“oh i don’t deserve rest and relaxation, i haven’t done enough, i haven’t earned it” and my car’s breaks don’t deserve break fluid because they aren’t breaking well enough to earn it. that’s what you sound like!!!!!

If you do not schedule time for maintenance, your equipment will schedule it for you

it is impossible to watch a movie. every night i think i want to watch a movie. no movie gets watched. because it's not possible

save me, rice mixed with some bullshit

i've been phasing the phrase 'google it' out of my vocabulary and going back to 'look it up'. fuck you youve lost your generic trademark privileges

being a kid and hearing adults say stuff like "woah 2011 was 4 years ago haha" didn't really convey the fucking horror of a youtube video crossing my recommended labelled "9 years ago" and it's from 2017. that's not true. 9 years ago is 2010 or something. don't lie.

Stop delaying joy until life looks a certain way. You're allowed to be happy while you're figuring things out.

"I'm still kicking" is such a funny way to say "I'm still alive". Like lol. I'm still thrashing. Flailing. Writhing even. The violence remains.

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry