UNGRATEFUL tech companies are saying things like "turn off your ad blocker" and "we need your photo id" instead of "thank you so much for not just pirating our shit, youre so handsome"

lumon's department sizes are so funny. "how many people do we need to refine some super important data?" uhhhh four i guess. at most. "what about the company marching band?" fuck ur so right. we need a company marching band with like fifty people. this is of prime importance to the lumon mission.

devon: okay so we’re going to wake innie mark up for his third ever time being outside. cobel if you could just stand upstairs in the most menacing part of this room that’d be amazing

milchick brought to tears when mark is just. super real with him for a second. it’s just work. it’s just life. what about balance? what has milchick sacrificed for a balance that lumon’s version of whiteness defined. your words are needlessly complex. your self is needlessly complex. it’s just work. it’s just work. it’s just work. i think he should get to hit drummond with a rock

oh my god so much shit. oh my god. helena is performing eating disorder rituals previously unheard of. helly is back and she's the biggest cunt she's ever been. miss huang is getting shipped off. gretchen cheated on dylan with dylan so now dylan wants to kill dylan so she tries to break up with dylan and dylan kills himself. milchick is winning the cunt off this ep. drummond gets humbled. devon is bringing the hardest big sister energy it's possible to exude from one person. burving almost kiss part 2. jame eagan probably nevermind I can't say that. innie mark goes outside again. AND THE MACRODATA REMAINS UNREFINED ❤️

Got to see Hadestown for the first time ever today (and it was amazing oh my god I had no idea what I was missing) and I'd just like to give a shout out to the poor soul in the audience who had clearly never heard the myth of Orpheus before, because when Orpheus turned around at the end the audience was dead silent except for this one very audible gasp of "no!" from somewhere in the crowd. And after Euridyce was gone and Orpheus dropped to his knees in grief, all anybody --cast, audience, the uncaring gods, etc -- could hear was muffled weeping from the same person

Seeing as Twitter is gonna legally steal your work now, please use glaze to protect what you make.