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prefacing this by saying i don’t care and if you argue with me in the comments i will delete it and block you
saying that people, and this includes trans people whether you like it or not, should not celebrate or be proud of their gender/masculinity/femininity is inherently problematic and transphobic.
“there’s no reason to celebrate masculinity. all masculinity is toxic masculinity under the patriarchy.” WRONG! not all masculinity is toxic under the patriarchy, and people who have been emasculated for one reason or another (trans men, gay men, asian men, disabled men, intersex men, and more) deserve to celebrate their masculinity. shaming men for being proud of their gender reinforces toxic masculinity among those who practice it, and forces men who have been emasculated deeper into self hatred.
“women only perform femininity for the patriarchy and to conform to gender stereotypes! this is proven by “divine femininity” being a terf dog whistle!” ALSO WRONG! taking pride in being a feminine woman shouldn’t be equivalent to toxic femininity either. women who have been stripped of their femininity (fat women, black women, trans women, women with pcos, female athletes, etc) deserve to celebrate their femininity without being accused of being terfs. it only strengthens terf arguements.
i feel like we don't appreciate these days how much the twin towers sucked, like, design-wise
they were contemporarily hated for just being these giant grey monoliths
like there probably could've been an easier way to get rid of them, but they probably needed to go either way
crying at this. the curb is brutalist. the sidewalk is brutalist. house made of concrete bricks is brutalist. lmao??
peace on planet earth :D ☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️
my mom just had a 7cm brain tumor removed and since she's woken up she's been talking nonstop about this dream she had about going to an art gallery full of colourful paintings by a 'homosexual artist' named klimsdorf who was ethereal and wise, both young and old... at first she was convinced he was a real person but after failing to find him online she's accepted he was a figment of her subconscious mind and is now determined to bring him to life via painting his portrait herself. she's 67 and has never drawn in her life. and now this. blorbo from her tumor

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game developers you are banished to wii hardware limits until you learn your lesson
drew that photo :)
Every time I land into a string of the worst fucking luck I've ever had in my entire life, I think of a scene in my favorite movie, "NOPE", which sums up my feelings on it;
"What do you call a bad miracle?"
This. This is a bad miracle.
First was Ansel's disappearance after his suicide note. Then my roommate turned out to be a fucking sexual predator who had been lying and hiding this whole time (my roommate, who's been one of my best friends since I was 14). Then my aunt died suddenly from a heart attack. Then my great aunt died (thankfully surrounded by her loved ones except for my father, whose aunt is his, because he got a new fucking job and couldn't make it and cried for two hours without letting anyone but my mom know, who snitched on my sister and I because we love him and are worried that he didn't cry). Then the new job I was like, 90% sure I was about to get (within the game industry) vanished due to a change in management. Then my other great aunt died (leaving my great uncle alone and so sad that he's currently hospitalized). Then my roommates and I had a fight so hard that I'm wondering if everything I've ever built and worked for is even worth it. It's gotten so fucking bad that I just. I think I need to fucking move. And finally, once more, my prescription for testosterone didn't get renewed bc doctors are fucking idiots. So now I'm late on my shot and I'm a fucking mess.
I've spent a lot of money on moving around, trying to be there for my family and I'm out of everything. I don't even know if I can fucking pay rent, so. If any of you have read this long I guess, thank you? And if you wouldn't mind sharing? Because I'm at my wit's end.
If you'd like to help, I'd really appreciate it.
P*ypal: [email protected]
Rent:
431.14/423.52€
THANK YOU!!!!!!
Genuinely, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, THANK YOU!!!!
I'm paying rent right fucking now and getting a popsicle to sit on a sidewalk and cry from relief. Thank you.
Every time I land into a string of the worst fucking luck I've ever had in my entire life, I think of a scene in my favorite movie, "NOPE", which sums up my feelings on it;
"What do you call a bad miracle?"
This. This is a bad miracle.
First was Ansel's disappearance after his suicide note. Then my roommate turned out to be a fucking sexual predator who had been lying and hiding this whole time (my roommate, who's been one of my best friends since I was 14). Then my aunt died suddenly from a heart attack. Then my great aunt died (thankfully surrounded by her loved ones except for my father, whose aunt is his, because he got a new fucking job and couldn't make it and cried for two hours without letting anyone but my mom know, who snitched on my sister and I because we love him and are worried that he didn't cry). Then the new job I was like, 90% sure I was about to get (within the game industry) vanished due to a change in management. Then my other great aunt died (leaving my great uncle alone and so sad that he's currently hospitalized). Then my roommates and I had a fight so hard that I'm wondering if everything I've ever built and worked for is even worth it. It's gotten so fucking bad that I just. I think I need to fucking move. And finally, once more, my prescription for testosterone didn't get renewed bc doctors are fucking idiots. So now I'm late on my shot and I'm a fucking mess.
I've spent a lot of money on moving around, trying to be there for my family and I'm out of everything. I don't even know if I can fucking pay rent, so. If any of you have read this long I guess, thank you? And if you wouldn't mind sharing? Because I'm at my wit's end.
If you'd like to help, I'd really appreciate it.
P*ypal: [email protected]
Rent:
394.56/423.52€
Every time I land into a string of the worst fucking luck I've ever had in my entire life, I think of a scene in my favorite movie, "NOPE", which sums up my feelings on it;
"What do you call a bad miracle?"
This. This is a bad miracle.
First was Ansel's disappearance after his suicide note. Then my roommate turned out to be a fucking sexual predator who had been lying and hiding this whole time (my roommate, who's been one of my best friends since I was 14). Then my aunt died suddenly from a heart attack. Then my great aunt died (thankfully surrounded by her loved ones except for my father, whose aunt is his, because he got a new fucking job and couldn't make it and cried for two hours without letting anyone but my mom know, who snitched on my sister and I because we love him and are worried that he didn't cry). Then the new job I was like, 90% sure I was about to get (within the game industry) vanished due to a change in management. Then my other great aunt died (leaving my great uncle alone and so sad that he's currently hospitalized). Then my roommates and I had a fight so hard that I'm wondering if everything I've ever built and worked for is even worth it. It's gotten so fucking bad that I just. I think I need to fucking move. And finally, once more, my prescription for testosterone didn't get renewed bc doctors are fucking idiots. So now I'm late on my shot and I'm a fucking mess.
I've spent a lot of money on moving around, trying to be there for my family and I'm out of everything. I don't even know if I can fucking pay rent, so. If any of you have read this long I guess, thank you? And if you wouldn't mind sharing? Because I'm at my wit's end.
If you'd like to help, I'd really appreciate it.
P*ypal: [email protected]
Rent:
394.56/423.52€

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Every time I land into a string of the worst fucking luck I've ever had in my entire life, I think of a scene in my favorite movie, "NOPE", which sums up my feelings on it;
"What do you call a bad miracle?"
This. This is a bad miracle.
First was Ansel's disappearance after his suicide note. Then my roommate turned out to be a fucking sexual predator who had been lying and hiding this whole time (my roommate, who's been one of my best friends since I was 14). Then my aunt died suddenly from a heart attack. Then my great aunt died (thankfully surrounded by her loved ones except for my father, whose aunt is his, because he got a new fucking job and couldn't make it and cried for two hours without letting anyone but my mom know, who snitched on my sister and I because we love him and are worried that he didn't cry). Then the new job I was like, 90% sure I was about to get (within the game industry) vanished due to a change in management. Then my other great aunt died (leaving my great uncle alone and so sad that he's currently hospitalized). Then my roommates and I had a fight so hard that I'm wondering if everything I've ever built and worked for is even worth it. It's gotten so fucking bad that I just. I think I need to fucking move. And finally, once more, my prescription for testosterone didn't get renewed bc doctors are fucking idiots. So now I'm late on my shot and I'm a fucking mess.
I've spent a lot of money on moving around, trying to be there for my family and I'm out of everything. I don't even know if I can fucking pay rent, so. If any of you have read this long I guess, thank you? And if you wouldn't mind sharing? Because I'm at my wit's end.
If you'd like to help, I'd really appreciate it.
P*ypal: [email protected]
Rent:
394.56/423.52€
Every time I land into a string of the worst fucking luck I've ever had in my entire life, I think of a scene in my favorite movie, "NOPE", which sums up my feelings on it;
"What do you call a bad miracle?"
This. This is a bad miracle.
First was Ansel's disappearance after his suicide note. Then my roommate turned out to be a fucking sexual predator who had been lying and hiding this whole time (my roommate, who's been one of my best friends since I was 14). Then my aunt died suddenly from a heart attack. Then my great aunt died (thankfully surrounded by her loved ones except for my father, whose aunt is his, because he got a new fucking job and couldn't make it and cried for two hours without letting anyone but my mom know, who snitched on my sister and I because we love him and are worried that he didn't cry). Then the new job I was like, 90% sure I was about to get (within the game industry) vanished due to a change in management. Then my other great aunt died (leaving my great uncle alone and so sad that he's currently hospitalized). Then my roommates and I had a fight so hard that I'm wondering if everything I've ever built and worked for is even worth it. It's gotten so fucking bad that I just. I think I need to fucking move. And finally, once more, my prescription for testosterone didn't get renewed bc doctors are fucking idiots. So now I'm late on my shot and I'm a fucking mess.
I've spent a lot of money on moving around, trying to be there for my family and I'm out of everything. I don't even know if I can fucking pay rent, so. If any of you have read this long I guess, thank you? And if you wouldn't mind sharing? Because I'm at my wit's end.
If you'd like to help, I'd really appreciate it.
P*ypal: [email protected]
Rent:
394.56/423.52€
Every time I land into a string of the worst fucking luck I've ever had in my entire life, I think of a scene in my favorite movie, "NOPE", which sums up my feelings on it;
"What do you call a bad miracle?"
This. This is a bad miracle.
First was Ansel's disappearance after his suicide note. Then my roommate turned out to be a fucking sexual predator who had been lying and hiding this whole time (my roommate, who's been one of my best friends since I was 14). Then my aunt died suddenly from a heart attack. Then my great aunt died (thankfully surrounded by her loved ones except for my father, whose aunt is his, because he got a new fucking job and couldn't make it and cried for two hours without letting anyone but my mom know, who snitched on my sister and I because we love him and are worried that he didn't cry). Then the new job I was like, 90% sure I was about to get (within the game industry) vanished due to a change in management. Then my other great aunt died (leaving my great uncle alone and so sad that he's currently hospitalized). Then my roommates and I had a fight so hard that I'm wondering if everything I've ever built and worked for is even worth it. It's gotten so fucking bad that I just. I think I need to fucking move. And finally, once more, my prescription for testosterone didn't get renewed bc doctors are fucking idiots. So now I'm late on my shot and I'm a fucking mess.
I've spent a lot of money on moving around, trying to be there for my family and I'm out of everything. I don't even know if I can fucking pay rent, so. If any of you have read this long I guess, thank you? And if you wouldn't mind sharing? Because I'm at my wit's end.
If you'd like to help, I'd really appreciate it.
P*ypal: [email protected]
Rent:
372.16/423.52€
Every time I land into a string of the worst fucking luck I've ever had in my entire life, I think of a scene in my favorite movie, "NOPE", which sums up my feelings on it;
"What do you call a bad miracle?"
This. This is a bad miracle.
First was Ansel's disappearance after his suicide note. Then my roommate turned out to be a fucking sexual predator who had been lying and hiding this whole time (my roommate, who's been one of my best friends since I was 14). Then my aunt died suddenly from a heart attack. Then my great aunt died (thankfully surrounded by her loved ones except for my father, whose aunt is his, because he got a new fucking job and couldn't make it and cried for two hours without letting anyone but my mom know, who snitched on my sister and I because we love him and are worried that he didn't cry). Then the new job I was like, 90% sure I was about to get (within the game industry) vanished due to a change in management. Then my other great aunt died (leaving my great uncle alone and so sad that he's currently hospitalized). Then my roommates and I had a fight so hard that I'm wondering if everything I've ever built and worked for is even worth it. It's gotten so fucking bad that I just. I think I need to fucking move. And finally, once more, my prescription for testosterone didn't get renewed bc doctors are fucking idiots. So now I'm late on my shot and I'm a fucking mess.
I've spent a lot of money on moving around, trying to be there for my family and I'm out of everything. I don't even know if I can fucking pay rent, so. If any of you have read this long I guess, thank you? And if you wouldn't mind sharing? Because I'm at my wit's end.
If you'd like to help, I'd really appreciate it.
P*ypal: [email protected]
Rent:
330.59/423.52€
local playwright and museum curator spotted together deep in conversation at a party, to no one's surprise (they enter their own little bubble)

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local playwright and museum curator spotted together deep in conversation at a party, to no one's surprise (they enter their own little bubble)
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