My Name Is Normal Cisgender And You Can Hire Me

the fact that op turned off rbs is very very funny to me. anyway i want this post on my blog too.

I think that there are a lot of cushy, middle-manager type men who honestly believe that they would be some kind of powerful barbarian warlord if it wasn't for all of these pesky constraints of civilization.

When absolutely 0 of Biden’s accomplishments have made any kind of news, and we’ve been fed a steady diet of fear and panic for 3 years, no one gets to be shocked when he loses the next election to Donald 2.0.

Posting anything positive about the president here will get you called a capitalist bootlicker.

What do we expect to happen?

Anger sells better. Anger feels better, it feels righteous.

It’s easier to protest against a president you don’t like then to actually remain in charge and keep pushing ahead, even if small, consistent accomplishments are all you receive.

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hehehwheje long option

few mole doodles i did in class

Every time I reblog something important I feel like a little messenger boy running with news to the town printing press

okay you know those virtual science labs they made you do in high school?

i bet they’d have mad science versions at evil high school

“ENGLISH OR SPANISH? WHAT THE SIGMA? HAWK TUA” I thought about killing you yesterday, and it disgusted me. I thought of carving a hole into the cavity of your chest, reaching in with my bare hands, seizing your heart between my fingers, and crushing the delicate clockwork lifegiver into so much gore and so many giblets. Tick, tick, tick, as I hold it delicately in my palm, in an instant, SQUISH! Gone. I thought of watching the light leave your eyes, and it disgusted me. Not because of the horror of the scene, which usually would terrify me. Not because the thought had entered my head at all, rising from the deepest pits of hell, which would usually be enough to frighten me. What disgusted me is that to do that, I would have to touch you. I. Loathe. You.

A Limerick I think

There once was a man from New Jersey, Who wrote about buying a jersey His equivocating Limerick caused debating As he had rhymed jersey with Jersey