Does anybody really know what I'm talking about?

i know in my heart of hearts there is an entire support group full of flannel-wearing pickup-driving butches who started sobbing and throwing up the second that lois got engaged to clark bc if there was any justice in this world it would have been one of them

to me, correctly using 5+ commas in a single sentence is like perfectly executing a combo in a fighting game. to me.

if you think a sentence needs 5+ commas it should be two sentences

it’s not about what the sentence needs, i’m afraid, nor is it about economy, clarity, or style. it’s about winning, little-theatre-fairy.

love characters who are like "this is how the world works. this is how it has to be (because if i'm wrong i have to face what i've done // if i'm wrong i have to face whats been done to me) "

This trait is much more endearing in fiction than in my mother.

at this point I’m tired of putting “prefer not to answer” on my job applications when they ask me my gender. Remove the question. I will never answer. My identity is a surprise you find out at the interview when I show up appearing as gender ambiguous as humanly possible in order to disguise the fact I am thousands of bees in a skin suit. No I am not buzzing. There was no option for Hive Insects on the form. This was your decision. I am consequences.

@theshitpostcalligrapher please

#Aang is having a lot of fun. Sokka on the other hand is Observing and very close to discovering the atom.

one of the most challenging skills i've had to learn as an adult is the art of figuring out whether i'm proportionally annoyed with someone or just tired and overstimulated and looking for reasons to be pissed off

people refuse to understand the concept of "this isn't important to me but i understand why it might be important to other people"

or hell you dont even have to 'understand' or get it or agree with it you just need to understand that certain things you dont care about or dont matter to you are important to others. and you're not necessarily better or more correct for not caring

you CANNOT read too much old timey fiction because I was playing Raft with the lads this morning and without a THOUGHT said we could sail over to another island "if the wind would consent to blow" & let me tell you. This did not pass by unremarked.

(to the tune of mary had a little lamb): mary had a little lamb

#guys we have GOT to be running out of posts at some point

average cis conception of gender is roughly equivalent to "every single liquid is either type O+ blood or cold-pressed peanut oil." and you're like "are there not perhaps a handful of exceptions" & they get so mad they start funding nazi militias

you try to start soft with "well there are other blood types. and other methods for expressing oil from peanuts" and they shriek NOOOO YOURE EMASCULATING MY DEAD DAD WHO I HATED

you try "actually there's also milk, and seawater, and room-temperature elemental mercury" and they accuse you of taking a day off your regularly scheduled child rapes to lie specifically to them

BUT IF PEANUT OIL ISNT REAL THEN HOW AM I CURRENTLY SMOTHERING MYSELF IN IT i didn't say it wasn't real i said there were other liquids YOURE SO OWNED BY MY OILINESS ok

a good way to inspire yourself to do more is to see yourself as the wacky sitcom B plot character in your friends lives, "wouldnt it be funny to tell the friends in my phone about it." has gotten me to do anything from going to a festival (excelent) to wild camping (it went badly) (coastguard called) to trying to get the train to stonehenge (stonehenge costs money so i ended up just getting lunch in sailsbury, it was okay.) i bought a bicycle today and 20% of my reasoning was "itd be funny to surprise my roommate by coming home with a whole bike." . life is for living. and baby i live for the bit.

from the bottom of my heart: just because something makes you uncomfortable doesn't mean it shouldn't be allowed to exist