bug like an angel coded

the soft animal of my body wants a spliff and four pints of cider

soft animal of my body is up for a kebab

and obviously you find yourself thinking oh i do wish i could get severed to do this one thing. would you actually maybe not. but you do wish you didn't have to undergo medical procedures you do wish you didn't have to do the things that give you anxiety you do wish you didn't have to do tedious tasks that barely even require you to be present for them. it's tempting. that's why the premise works. but the premise is also that somebody has to do it. somebody has to go to the dentist and somebody has to get on that plane and somebody has to write those thank you notes. just like somebody has to clean the house and somebody has to harvest the food you eat and somebody has to make the clothes you wear. you can't eliminate inconvenience you can only delegate it. you can't eliminate suffering you can only delegate it. and always the easiest way to live with this is to see that somebody as less than. less than you less than people. and if that somebody has to wear your body to do it well maybe it's not all that different. they're not a person. you are. it's capitalism all the way down baby

irving b fans our finest moment but at what cost. at WHAT COST. "I'm on the fucking ice" 67 year old man trekking through the wilderness with a cunty outfit and a dream. insisting they eat the montauk monster. being heterophobic towards mark and hellyna. nearly dying of hypothermia so he can see his boyfriend one last time in a terrifying prophetic dream. being the only one to have both the intuition and conviction to confront helena and do something about it. WATERBOARDING THE CEO'S DAUGHTER. and as soon as helly's back he's pulling her close to him and apologising and holding her because he loves her and he doesn't want to hurt her and he's sorry. staring down milchick totally fearless as he's sent to his death. owning the first frame last frame of the best episode of the season so far. and now what. now he's gone. the biggest thread of mystery left without anyone to chase it. outie irv being fired for the second time this week with no idea why. he gave everything for his team and for the truth and he fucking DIED for it!!!!! his old man yaoi swag too powerful they fucking KILLED HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

it is so funny that apparently outie irving is like deep in the conspiracy and making clandestine phone calls and sending carefully crafted subliminal messages to his innie and meanwhile innie irving has just been living a gay romantic drama and trying to fuck his coworkers. barely even going "hey what's up with this goo"

my gf said something sooo insane about helly the other day and i cannot stop thinking about it. she was like. helena and helly’s relationship is almost maternal. the way helena created helly as an extension of herself, to serve her interests, to try and impress her own family. she scolds helly, talks down to her like a child. “i understand you’re unhappy with the life you’ve been given” “i am a person, you are not”. the way she envies and resents helly’s freedom. the way she feels entitled to helly’s life and is now living vicariously through her in the most literal sense. what if you created life and now they’re experiencing the things you’ve always wanted for yourself. what if you created life and they were flawed and loud and demanding and they were loved more than you’ve ever been. and you hated them for it. the mother/daughterisms are insane my girlfriend is insane

you can love someone and still murder them in cold blood without remorse btw!!! the two are not mutually exclusive and to suggest otherwise is a very heteronormative point of view!!!!

We should wear each other's clothes...

We should make each other weirder and we should complicate each other's truths and we should harmonize like fire alarms and we should reduce each other to meat. We should try it

I really cannot emphasize enough the mental health benefits of abandoning the idea that you're special.

This goes both ways, both "You don't have to do everything singlehanded" and "You're not uniquely awful."

the dunes are alive. with the sound of sandworms. this summer julie andrews is paul atreides

did you let me die in your arms in the timeloop

And will her highness be having debilitating self loathing or the god complex for today?