It’s so fucked up how tiktok culture has made clout-poisoned people turn the public into content, every day I see people minding their business have their entire faces put online for thousands of likes, a couple kissing on the train, a lady dancing across a cross walk, a guy nodding his head to the music at a club, a lady buying a banana at the store, ring camera footage of the neighbors kids being stupid. Just let people live jfc

guys i haven’t engaged with anything minecraft related in like six months has anything cool happened

if anyone is curious why i’ve been mia for like five months i got bitches 💪

hi

man i really fell off the tumblr grind

it's very important I think to both have in your life a) people who will listen to your insecurities and gently reassure you that they don't necessarily reflect reality b) people who will listen to your insecurities and say "that's the stupidest shit I've ever heard. you think WHAT about yourself??? I'm gonna kill you"

least favorite people are people who think fleabag is about being cool and mysterious and fucked up and marinating in your fucked-up-ness when really it’s about learning to be kind to your past self and finding love without instead of externally

i know people are good because of this: the universe often assigns me side quests. in a circular strangeness; despite my inability to locate my-own-anything, i am almost-always finding someone else's lost things. dogs, coats, phones, cash, laptops. it happens so often it's almost tiring; suddenly being looped into a tiny amount of detective work.

but when i'm with other people who are not used to this: the response is almost invariably delight. yes, maybe they are simply thrilled by the mystery. it's just... they light up so much. i think maybe more... i think they like the opportunity to do something kind.

a few weeks ago, i was at a bar and i found a wallet as soon as we stepped outside. i felt nervous to ask for help, worried i would be holding up the night. i picked it up and said go on without me, i should help this get back to its home.

instead, three people pulled out their phones - to find him on facebook, to help cancel his credit cards. two people went back into the bar to tell the bartender, two others went calling down the street. group texts, facebook posts, instagram stories. people, without even seeing what happened, start offering help to me. fifteen minutes and: someone knows someone who knows the guy. the cheer that went up - just for finding him, just for this small thing. someone gets him on the phone. strangers dance around me, hopping on their feet - are you the girl that found that wallet? good for you, that's a good thing you're doing/same thing happened to me and somebody did what you're doing and i thank god everyday for people like you/i can't believe you found him so fast this is so exciting

i gave it back to him in a parking lot. i watched his shoulders sag with relief. there was cash in it still - he checked the pocket, and then sheepishly held the money out to me. i didn't take it. i held up my hands. "it's no problem, man. i know you'd do the same for me."

i don't know him, to be honest. i don't know if he is the same kind of person i am. but he nodded at me.

and i know people are good. i know people are good, because the way this story ends isn't surprising. we wave goodbye awkwardly. my friend loops their arm around me.

"i can't believe we got it back to him," they said. "i'm going to be riding that high for weeks."

fleabag, phoebe waller-bridge / beach life-in-death, car seat headrest

i must once again criticize the girlbossification of mary shelley

noah actually had two gay people on the boat so that the other one wouldn't get lonely but he made the mistake of putting a tumblr nbc hannibal soft gore blogger says faggot 37 times a day type gay with a tiktok mother mother le$bean "illegal in 74 countries" heartstopper type gay and they just ended up killing each other so gay people didn't get to collectively exist until like bruce springsteen or something

Obsessed with him

Snifferish: The range of like, Christmas sweaters to like, skimpy Santa in these skins, I’m – look at Scar’s skin!

Phil: [silently losing it] That doesn’t leave much to the imagination king.

I saw Grumbot’s arms and i got a horrible idea

does anyone else find it incredibly disturbing that TERFs call female prisons “women’s spaces,” as if they are a thing that belongs to women/are legitimate things that women should want/be ok with rather than violently imposed & to be rejected and resisted

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