Imagining A Guy With A Beard Entering A Mosh Pit And Coming Out Completely Clean Shaven

I love you dumplings I love you gyoza I love you xiaolongbao I love you wonton I love you baozi I love you mandu and yes even you, ravioli

dreamy sigh followed by agonized sobbing

the bravery of a girl who has to decide what is for dinner and then cook it and then wash dishes every day forever and ever.

my favorite historical thing about actual pirates is most of them were really young guys who died between the ages of 17 and 24 so one of the reasons blackbeard is so famous three hundred years later is because he was, like, thirty-two and still kicking which made him seem really wise and shit-together by comparison. it's like when you're a 28 year old woman and get tumblr asks from college freshman that say "oh my god you don't look like a withered corpse at all"

by Talos this can’t be happening

you ever have 8,045 bad mental health days in a row

it's practically taboo to still talk about covid but god i wish we could acknowledge the worldwide trauma it's clearly still causing in people. like, it's flat out just. not "polite" to talk about how a mass deadly event might, JUST MIGHT, emotionally affect us a little bit. how an airborne invisible-to-the-eye thing can just BE anywhere now. how abandoned we still feel by our respective governments. how we've lost family, friends, either to death or misinformation and cults, which they cling to because they're ALSO afraid but often refuse to admit it because it'd mean admitting covid is real and ongoing. we just. can't talk about it i guess.

Not going to live the rest of my life and not going to kill myself but a secret third thing

Date idea: Take me on a picnic and fuck me in missionary so I can cloud watch

bat opens up their little bat wallet to find they are all out of moths. A worthless $100 bill flies out for emphasis