i'm watching house of guinness and i can confirm that a lavender marriage with a moustached huge cocked twink that loves my victorian!BRAT vibe would fix me.

i'd forgotten it was nice when it's sweet summer hot and not world-is-burning-in-capitalism's-flames hot

fanfictions are to literature what horrors are to cinema.

hot take: if you really think working hard will get you ahead in life, you should probably re-evaluate your definition of ahead. like, please tell me how thats working out for the 95% of us over here.

im just sitting here wondering: if capitalism crumbles and we all have to build our own little communities in the ashes, whos in charge of the snack distribution, and do we finally get rid of the annoying guy who keeps bringing bland hummus?

reblog if you also thought adulthood would come with a manual instead of piles of student debt and tax forms that might as well be written in ancient hieroglyphics. like, wheres my refund for all this chaos?

the thing nobody tells you about voting is that its basically like choosing between being mildly uncomfortable and outright screaming into the void while hoping a few people take pity on you. ___.