change does not come from a place of comfort
I find pennies and nickels in my couch all the time, so I don’t know what you are talking about
we're not kids anymore.
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change does not come from a place of comfort
I find pennies and nickels in my couch all the time, so I don’t know what you are talking about
You know this is how it went down
Imagine learning that the jerkass guy you’ve been trying to reach out to for at least a month who just killed himself was actually a repressed trans woman and now you have to listen to everyone misgender her because how are you supposed to bring that up in casual conversation
im going to fix my entire life
When?
Like Um. later
“Of course we’re in love, that’s why i tried to shoot you” “if you really loved me you wouldn’t have missed” is such a raw ass line you would think it comes from Goncharov (1973) and you would be right
You have to careful about masturbating to your imagination cause god doesn’t know about imagination so he will assume you are jacking off to whatever is around you like dust, a dead bug, birds nest. And if you jerk off to a poisonous bug (or if god assumes you have) then you do go to hell
see this is why I always look at normal heterosexual pornography when I fantasize about poisonous bugs, god can't tell the difference
Fuck.
i call this one “using tumblr as a person of color”
might update with more images at some point
so much of the horror genre is informed by the metaphor of queer/transness as monstrousness. especially emphasizing the amount of horror that depends on the audience's repulsion at seeing a human body changing into a new, other body. I Saw the TV Glow is about the horror of NOT transitioning. the horror of static. the horror of looking into yourself and being terrified of what you see. the horror of seeing who you are and choosing to do nothing about it. the horror of looking away. and by god is it terrifying.
I saw tv glow is like YES the realization you are trans might implode your life and make the world you live in uninhabitable but that will happen anyway if you don’t do anything about it. if you retreat from your own needs and refuse to let yourself resurrect you’re still gonna run out of air and even the tv show that kept you alive at one point won’t be able to bring you back
I bet it feels soooooo good to be a construction worker on a completely closed off chunk of road
This makes me literally so happy
The fact that this is completely incomprehensible to me makes it funnier than if I could understand it
skill issue. i understand it completely
resurrected dead wife watching her own montage: wow I looked so hot in that
as a feminist i support recreational abortion
#true
I really like this website because somebody will be like “there’s nothing wrong with darting out from behind a parked car into traffic, bootlicker” and you can be like okay this clearly evolved from a valid point about how the US is too car-centric. But something happened to it.
Normal groceries like milk or bread or whatever running out is whatever. Just anotha day. But when stuff like salt or cooking oil or rice runs out it feels like You’re supposed to be here for me and you’re leaving. You’re just like everyone else
🎶Doesn't seem it's working! Undeterred geese!🎵