I think the meaning of life is eating good food in the company of people you love
every time i see people trying to normalize fatness by sexualizing it i think of that post thats like “what are you gonna tell a fucking 12 y/o? dont cry dude youre so thick? stop it” bc like. truly. not only do i personally not want my body to be sexualized lol but also its so harmful to kids like?? being fat is normal in all contexts not just when youre in lingerie with a beat face looking pouty at the camera like can we talk about the variances in human bodies without resorting to making them normal only when theyre sexy, my god
your body is good, not because it is desirable to others, but because you live in it
the sun literally sets and casts a golden hue over everything every single day and we fucked it all up and invented paying rent
SHE THINKS HER LAUGH IS A SONG SO SHE SINGS BACK
Just an absolute fucking orb of a creature
when dogs want to play & do this, like if you agree
We are normal and can be trusted with large amounts of money
ITS NOT DEMONS GUYS I PROMISE
despite what popular opinion may lead you to believe, some rocks actually do have scientifically-proven auras! Unfortunately, those rocks are uranium and the aura is cancer.
THDI IS FUCKING KILLING MEEEE
This little guy is experiencing Thoughts and Emotions
everyone’s doomed by the narrative bitch let’s get you some fruit
“Isn’t it weird that [thing humans commonly eat] is poisonous to literally every domesticated animal” I mean, there’s a pretty good chance that [thing humans commonly eat] is at least mildly poisonous to humans, too. One of our quirks as a species is that we think our food is bland if it doesn’t have enough poison in it.
Humans have a really weird mix of mundane superpowers.
We’re not fast and don’t have a lot of natural weaponry but we’re bizarrely tolerant to a broad range of toxins to the point that one toxin is considered a morning necessity for some to perform at work. Gotta love us.
the real life version of being doomed by the narrative is knowing you have work in the morning
the irl version of being stuck in the timeloop is also going to work
“slut era”, I whisper to myself, as I stare at the ceiling, paralyzed by grief and yearning.
Barbie + hitting a little too close to home


















