Via @b.sharise

These people could be anywhere! Maybe even your own mother! Or work friend!

i love when people on here well be like “who DOESN’T want their blood to get sucked ? 🤨” well i hate to break it to you but the average person does not, in fact, want to have their blood get sucked. statistically there is a large amount of people who do not want this to occur. this is shocking and appalling, i know. the world is full of unsettling things

All you need in life is a color picker willing to expose you to the unbounded madness we call color vision.

me, absolutely clueless: "I want a color just like this one, but in red" color picker: Fuck you think you are, a Mantis Shrimp? Don't talk to me again until you can afford a wide gamut monitor.

once again a promising erotic story ruins the sexiness by concentrating on sex, the least sexy part of sex.

💜💜💜

this is the official amatonormativity hatepost.

i hate amatonormativity.

This is so simple yet sweet. I love it :33

Im gonna try to take my meds more consistently

Kevin McCarthy losing four five six consecutive Speaker of the House votes (so far) is legitimately one of the funniest things to ever happen. This is 2023's boat stuck in the Suez Canal. Something important has ceased working for the most hilarious possible reason and we are all watching desperate attempts to get it working again while secretly hoping it does not, and I think that's beautiful

Loosely based off the brilliant AO3 fanfic “Too Wise to Woo Peaceably” by @feralbutfluffy

(Ack! I had FeralbutFluffy’s name backwards! Edited to fix)

Wine + Someone you’re totally crushing on + avoiding discorporation TWICE in one night= Sexy Results

@toowisetowoopeaceably

Dad: do the dishes!

Me: *does the dishes*

Dad: why did you put this dish in the dishwasher! You know better than to be careless and put something in the dishwasher that doesnt belong in there.

Dish: I say "dishwasher safe". Of course they put me in the fucking dishwasher!

I need to know who this 30% is and how to avoid them at all costs.

deep insights into the american psyche

On 1/14/25 I wrote:

I run from my problems. I run and I run and I run and I never stop. And yet my legs never move. My arms never lift. I run away so far and yet I dont move a muscle. I block out my brain from my body, my body from the world, and I try not to exist. As I like to think that I would do anything to want to exist, all I really do is try not to exist. I say I want to feel better. I say I want to be able to trust myself, to love myself, and yet I work so hard in the opposite direction. I try so hard not to exist and I am constantly convincing myself I am trying to achieve the opposite. I want nothing other than to create and yet I never create. Because deep down truly, a part of me knows that I will never create all that I want and maybe, I never wanted to create in the first place.

On 5/12/25 I write:

I wanted to create today and I did. Today deep down and truly a part of myself knew I wanted to create all along. I stopped trying so hard to exist and I achieved the opposite, I existed and I created. I loved myself and I ran to that love. Amongst the blocks and the problems and the troubles I moved a muscle and I ran and I ran and I ran. I didn't even realize I was running but I was. I was running towards joy, existence and creation. And it is something quite beautiful.