i am gonna make it through this week if it kills me.
if you or a loved one has been diagnosed with. Captivated by a man with big sparkly brown eyes and slutty hands and a pretty waist you may be entitled to financial compensation
yo? this really how we're talking about our sisters that can't break through the pressures of societal transmisogyny?
what if i *remembers that making suicide jokes is not conducive with my goal of improving the wellbeing of myself and everyone around me* transform into an oyster
you’re not evil girl you’re just lonely and no one has cared for you in a while and its making you crazy can you go get a fucking chai latte or something
Bears are so right about hibernation
she let me hit because i am devastatingly sincere
Every time you post a picture of Tommy, my day gets at least 15% better. She's wonderful. Give her a Newport from me.
she is the animal ever. I’ll put money in her cigarette fund.
I wanna sit under your desk and do silly stuff with my mouth to distract u while you work (i am chewing electrical cords)
Call me antidepressants the way I'm not working
need a month off work to work on my theories
apples and cinnamon truly were made for each other... eternal lovers
god id wish youd shut the fuck up
wish denied
once i get into warm blankie its over
Get your pussy up get your money up. You’re gorgeous btw
get my pussy up,,,,,,, get my money up,,,,,,,,,
boyfriends simply demand to be bitten
“In Dostoevsky the characters and situations always stand for more than themselves; infinity attends them; though yet they remain individuals they expand to embrace it and summon it to embrace them; one can apply to them the saying of St. Catherine of Siena that God is in the soul and the soul is in God as the sea is in the fish and the fish is in the sea.”
~ E.M. Forster, in “Aspects of the Novel”
st. catherine of siena drinking from christ's side wound
in a hagiography of st. catherine of siena, alsace, early 15th c.
source: Paris, BnF, ms. allem. 34, fol. 43v
is no one else gonna. talk about how sokrates understood moksha
“socrates: now consider the following. barkbarkbark”
just a girl’s everyday life in snoopy pictures <3
number #1 best thing a girlprotagonist can be is a fucking terrible person and number #2 is a lesbian
everything we make will be smart. we will make a smart fridge. we will make a smart tv. your dishwasher will be incredibly intelligent. it will collect your data. by this i mean monitor your every move. if you knew how much we could glean about you as a person based on internet activity alone you would throw your wifi router into the sea. everything we make is very smart. do you want a dumb tv? do you want a tv that's just a tv? do you want a tv that doesn't need wifi? die. i want to make turning your tv into a paid subscription a reality but we haven't boiled the pot long enough and i don't want to alert the frog. hey. remove that add-on on your browser. why are you blocking the ads? do you have any idea how much effort has gone into tracking your every move, your every thought verbalized by a web search, and tailoring it into an ad that you will hopefully click on? do you not care? you're being really rude. you're being abusive. turn off the ad-block. i'm going to kill you. ok fine i can't kill you. you can't watch youtube anymore. we have way more engineers. i can outsource labour all day every day and pit coders who need a livelihood - this is a nice verbal subterfuge that takes some of the bite away from survival, needing to pay rent, needing to eat - against a few people trying to escape the final culmination, that annoying ad that used to be five seconds, now will be ten seconds, i would make it last two hours if i could, trying to escape the killing blow of all my very hard work of collecting your data. you need the internet. you need email. society cant function without it. it's vital to our lives. it's a basic necessity like food. we have always had internet. we will always have internet. internet is your friend. internet is fun. why would you spend two hours at the park, or reading a good book, when you are so tired from work? wouldn't you rather unwind with some internet? wouldn't you rather endlessly scroll for two hours on the internet? you might see something interesting. don't you feel better afterwards? don't you want an algorithm to filter you into increasingly insular communities until you can't relate to others outside this curated world view? don't you want to see the world news? don't you want to fight? sorry - i mean, increase engagement? don't you want to scroll through all the world's horrors until the frenetic motionlessness exhausts you to the point you have the same empathetic fatigue as EMTs and disaster relief workers and have nothing left to give without even leaving your home? don't you want a smart tv?