I’m From The Ocean, You Know

"dont feed the trolls" is an even more important rule in an age where that troll is likely to be a chatbot trained on bad politics crawling tags specifically to waste ur time. do not engage

i want to do things because i like to do them

i want to have fun

slowly losing my mind every time i see people using larper for a fake fan when the word they're looking for is poser

texting everyone in my friends list “see what happens when you disobey me?” when the eclipse starts

happy first day of pride everyone

“everyone is mad at me and they just won’t tell me” —> “no one has said anything about being mad at me and i haven’t done anything to warrant being mad at so if someone is silently fuming about me and not saying anything that’s their problem and actually quite weird of them and i can effortlessly move on with my life”

this took SUCH a huge deal of unlearning because, like so many of you, i came out of a home where being quietly in trouble WAS the default state, and i DID grow up not just with the assumption but borderline religious conviction that Everyone Is Mad At Me, I Am Bad, I Must Exist In A Constant State of Attempting to Pacify The Natural Rage I Inspire In Everyone. and no it actually turns out that my family are the freaks . and yours are too

wht my penis produces when i ceank it off to Mysterious Porn

God forbid women do anything

Give a man a mask, and he'll show the world who he truly is. Teach a man to mask, and nobody can tell he's autistic until he has a breakdown.

give a man half a mask, and he'll stalk the sewers of paris for 20 years or something then attack a fancy ball i think I wasn't paying attention