I really feel this.

y’know for me it straight up doesn’t even occur to me to unfollow someone when they stop posting whatever it is i followed them for. unless the thing they’re posting about now is somehow actually actively upsetting to me i just accept it as a part of my life now. i’ll just scroll past it like i’m driving a car and dodging an obstacle on the road. and that part of the road is my daily commute and the thing stays on the road forever and i swerve around it every day for months instead of ever taking the initiative to get it removed. it just adds flavor i guess

why are moms capable of just leeching vibe arsenic into the atmosphere when they’re pissed

boy, I dunno what I expected after the first paragraph, but it wasn't what I got

that daughterhood feeling of wanting to blame your mother for how you turned out, wanting to be angry at her for how you’ve inherited her pain and her insecurities, but at the same time wanting to keep coming home to her, out of everyone else in the universe, because you know that if there’s anyone who might be anything like you–if there’s anyone who might even have a clue of what it’s like to be you–it could only be her. and no matter how many times you’ve hurt each other, no matter how difficult it might be to get her to truly see you, you still just want her to love you as you are, to tell you that this isn’t your fault, and to show you that she would keep letting you come home to her.

I was at the coffeeshop in the village and someone asked me how my llamas are doing, and a woman overheard and told me that when she was a kid, her parents used to have a couple of llamas in their sheep farm, and every single sheep in their flock imprinted on one of the two llamas. Each sheep chose the best most charismatic llama according to mysterious sheep criteria, and never wavered in their ovine loyalty. Each of the two llamas was worshiped by a small sub-flock of devoted sheep who followed him everywhere like Jesus’s apostles and only left their field for transhumance when led by “their” llama. The funniest thing is the way this woman overheard the word “llama” and immediately came to sit next to me to tell me this, like she had waited since childhood to share her bewilderment about the two religious congregations of sheep led by rival llama prophets in her family farm.

@louie-loses-it

I've been really into this thing lately. It's pretty niche though. You've probably never heard of it, it's kind of underground, it's called pictures of boobs

This was supposed to be a pun, i was gonna say worms but I got distracted

men were just built different in the 70s & 80s idk if it's the chest hair or actors not being forced into inhumane training regimes for movies but everything was so much more lush like those are free range organic male tits not the factory shit with chemicals in it

let us not understate the importance of an ordinary amount of belly fat

i love telling people "godspeed" it adds so much weight and dignity to everything i'll say it to a friend driving cross country or a coworker grabbing lunch from the corner store like good luck bitch!! may the road rise to meet you and the wind be at your back!!!

My upstairs neighbors have officially gotten to the point where they're loud enough to wake me up. I'm happy homegirl is getting her back blown out but I wish both of them and that whole family would become severely allergic to movement. They're changing me. They're making me worse.

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as an ex-catholic it’s very funny to see ‘catholic convert’ in people’s bios it’s akin to running out of a burning skyscraper and passing someone heading on up to the top floor

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