Fuck Capitalism

do you ever think about those friend-for-an-hour strangers that you only met because you ended up in a weird situation with them?

making a vaguely personal vent post and getting a couple hundred reblogs with tags saying #does anyone else see it or has it not started yet   #imminent death andy   #he doesn't know   #28 days to live and he's worried about this   #2 weeks 2 hours 22 minutes make a wish yall   #the equivalent of seeing a bunch of bloodstains before a boss door in ds3   #oc: the sickly dier

guy who is definitely not about to fall into a surprise midday nap with an aftermath worse than a hangover: it seems like a really good idea to lay in bed and get cozy under the blanket as part of my plan not to fall asleep. I do not know why.

I wish age gap discourse hadn't spiraled the way it has because I want there to be a safe space to say "Men in their 40s who date 25 year olds aren't predators, they're just fucking losers"

... honey you just described a predator LOL

No, I said what I said. But thank you for providing an example of how this topic has become insufferable on the internet.

i am honestly burningly curious about how a 40 year old man who fucks around with college grads is not a predator

I don't think I'm meant to be employed. It really cuts into my goofy silly haha time. and it makes it nearly impossible to have any wow life is beautiful let me take it in time.

From the bottom of my heart I hope 2024 is a better mental health year for everyone

do y’all remember usernames??? from back when every fuckin website didn’t need your email phone number home address social security number just to join/sign up for something?? when you could make website-specific accounts that weren’t linked to literally anything else??? they tried to boil us like a frog slowly switching to “username/email” and then just asking for your email. but I remember. I remember usernames.

you're basically home to me dude but it's not a big deal at all. don't worry about it

how about you look at Penny + her Xmas gifts Dec. 25, 1966 and maybe you’ll calm down