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tonight's plans: jerk off to completion..... two cans of sprite (crush against forehead like a neanderthal school bully) ...... write the great american novel

thin veil today isnt it

i genuinely love reading dense academic writing when it's done well it feels like getting hit in the head with a baseball bat but in a good way

I was born in the exact right generation I love being an unmarried woman in my twenties with my own bank account and no children

I was born in the exact right generation I love being an unmarried woman in my twenties with my own bank account and no children

they should allow you to report posts for being gauche or passé

I can’t go to the club because I dance like I’m in the Black Lodge

i think the most upsetting thing about american-flavor puritanism is how fucking patronizing it is. it's 2026 but the whole world still has to deal with a cultural hegemony grown from the gnarled vestiges of victorian-era paternalism. tax-paying adults with passports and the right to vote are treated like wayward children because of the antiquated idea that authorities must protect the weak minds of the unwashed masses from depravity and corruption. the average american can send a fellow citizen to the chair, but they can't piss in a ditch without being declared an outlaw. american entertainment media is saturated with sex, but you can't talk about it online without getting your account suspended. it's such blatant censorship at a universal scale, but because sexual content is framed as inherently dangerous, this restriction on basic adult autonomy, this blanket denial of moral and intellectual adulthood, can be reframed as protection, an expression of care, a moral duty. "won't someone think of the children!" I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN!

just did a tarot pull it said I'm gonna get my dick sucked and that everyone loves me

The thing about Harry making it to the New Year’s party is not that it’s a materially now or never situation. like she’s not moving across the country or getting married or anything, as later romcoms tend to do. The ticking clock is only symbolic, because the party is purely symbolic in their relationship. He has to get to the party as fast as he can, before she leaves, because those parties were an important part of their friendship, and it would mean a lot to Sally. And because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. That’s why it works.

i hope people see me and think god damn that girl knows how to curate a vibe

Something on my mind is how there was a fucking year and a half of post-9/11 consent-manufacturing before we invaded Iraq. With Venezuela, there hasn't been any of that. There have been some paranoid jabs on campaign trails, a little bit of half-hearted news media shit, internet rumors, all that, there's been blowing up random civilians on the water. But there hasn't been anywhere near the same degree of justification that was needed for past illegal wars. They're just doing it. There's no illusion of consent. They don't feel that's necessary. They don't care about the consequences. This is a nightmare.