advertising lemonade is pointless. the human body already knows it needs it

im the guy who makes the broad brushstroke impressionistic oil paintings for the covers of literary fiction about white families imploding due to generations of buried secrets. they dont actually pay me they just send more oil paint and i eat some of it and use the rest for the next painting

It probably feels good as fuck to lose your job and then lie to your wife about where you’re going every day and just ride the bus in a suit for hours and hours and hours

have to send a humiliatingly californian text to my cousins fiancée because they decided to get married in upstate new york in december. of all times. and i haven’t been to The Snow since i was six. and yes the snow was still in california

she said my question was great am i getting a good grade in cousin-in-law

Giving up on academia to pursue a life of sudoku

the rest are transfeminists