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i hate when i send someone a meme in another language and they're like "uhm... translate? 😒" fucker i sent you a meme where 90% of the words have an english cognate and/or you don't need to know what they're saying to find it funny. can you at least TRY
okay americans i gotta ask because as an European i grew up with lots of american shows and cartoons and in a lot of them there was an episode where they give the protags a doll or an egg or a bag of flour or whatever and told them pretend to be its parents or something
If you ever feel like you’ve made bad decisions just remember that somewhere out there is a theatre director at an all-white high school about to choose the spring musical
My barber-surgeon keeps diagnosing me with "Of a fey and fractious humor, prone to harmonies in anti-tune with the symphony of the empyreal clockwork, making one ill at ease with the well-wending of the exalted spheres." But i'm like 95% sure its pernicious river devils singing their dark hymns toward my liver on the new moon nights.
I know this audience skews young, so I wanna tell y'all something. Listen.
If it hasn't already, there'll come a day in your late teens or early 20s when you get disillusioned and relieved of a whole bunch of childhood notions at once, when you take a good look around at the life you're in or seem to be walking into and you ask yourself, "Is this it? Is this everything life is going to be? Am I really supposed to devote my life to making money for someone else day after day and year after year, with two days a week and one week a year left over to live, until I die? This is a helot's stake. This is the wrong side of the line between libertas and servitas. How can this be it?"
And when that happens, I want you to remember that you're right. It is bullshit, and it is a misery, and it doesn't have to continue. People are gonna tell you you're wrong, they're gonna say shit like "That's just how life is, kid, so grow up," and I want you to remember that those people deserve equal measures of pity and contempt.
If this makes you angry, that's good. It ought to.
And once you're good and angry, you can read up on this cool thing we got called a union.
somehow i accidentally followed a terf??? no idea how that happened. as i don't remember how i followed them and i don't know how they got into my orbit. anyway they've been blocked, hopefully i didn't reblog much from them in the past like 2 days
I have friends at Indiana University and they've been saying there are snipers on IU Bloomington campus. And theres a bunch of cops everywhere. This is wild.
one of the most fucked up things that has ever happened to me was in 2012, I was in Tokyo, and I bought the wrong subway ticket, but there was a button on the machine to exchange tickets, so I pressed it, and then the machine opened up and a whole human man stepped out of the ticketing machine and handed me a new ticket and then went back inside like he had never been there at all
literally anything could happen to my body and if there were blood in my underwear later i would be like, "oh, that explains it". insomnia. manic episodes. stigmata. my period feels like a plausible explanation for any of these things.