no one i love like that old bitch elder

you have to be nicer to nonbinary transfems and that's literally the bare minimum

maybe just like. consider us at all please

Everyone say thank you women with deep low pitched voices

i appreciate the amount of people reblogging this despite me not really tagging this at all. im glad many of people feel the same anger i do.

there's like a thousand ways for a shower to work and you wouldn't even imagine half of them until you have to take a shower at a new place

[staggering to my feet and wiping a single perfect drip of blood from my mouth] i have to get back on my bullshit. no matter the cost

why r callouts always like "please dont harass this person and dont go after them. anyway heres every single detail of their life gathered by stalking and their private profiles for all to see"

"please don't go after this person! now let me post this document for every single one of my followers and list every single one of their usernames"

anyway I was having this very vivid and unaccountably funny dream about what I suppose you would call a heist crew, except their MO was less about stealing and more about breaking into rich shitheads' houses to throw absolute ragers and trash the place and then disappear into the night. it was all very sleek and admittedly even sexy but the main thing I remember about this dream is that the leader of the group, who's exactly the kind of smooth young hotshot you think he is, was always in the process of getting spectacularly dumped at these parties. always a different woman. months of planning and stress and then when he should be in his element kicking back, accepting congratulations on all sides, man of the hour, he's getting dumped. again. and his whole crew is watching with a very low amount of sympathy because they love the guy but ooooh they know better than anyone that he deserves this. what the fuck was my subconscious cooking with this.

what character(s) do you associate with the person you reblogged this from?

"This choice was thematically appropriate but it makes me sad," a memoir

I know this character had to die but what if they didn't: the squeakwel

*plucks petal* im washed *plucks petal* im goated *plucks petal* im washed *plucks petal* im goated *plucks petal* im washed *plucks petal* im goated *plucks petal* im washed *plucks pe

When youre a kid youre like wtf adults are making themselves sick with poisons and when youre an adult youre like i need more poisons ASAP

sometimes someone I follow falls victim to severe Character delirium to the point where they stop even saying the character's name and just refer to them by an epithet like some kind of malevolent entity whom they don't wish to accidentally summon, so if the sickness sets in quickly enough and I don't pay close attention for a week I'm just Never going to figure Who this bastard haunting my friend Actually Is. and I'll spend months scrolling my dash occasionally seeing appeals to "that fucking horse" or "my evil grub."