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Happy 420 guys. Don’t forget to leave some milk and cookies out for Snoop Dogg

this tweet haunts me

Help, my girlfriend calls Red Dead Redemption “Redededemption” and also insists that that’s the name of the main character

bunnywoman

her mind is far more advanced than yours will ever be

itzbatz-deactivated20240722

i hate making tea cuz i feel bad for throwing out the teabag. i’m always like i should eat this

lvloonlight

duahmad

Happy Halloween!

aidn

reblog if ur kinda cold and pretty tired

thinkpiecebot

Why Are Youths So Obsessed With Cis Gay Men That Are Cool With Fascism?

odinsblog

This made me smile. I think we sometimes need reminding that there are still some genuinely good people out there.

toastbutteregg

a model

danielkanhai

i’m not against vaping, but man, vaping two inches from my face on the subway is a ridiculous asshole kind of move. this dude was billowing like he was auditioning for the role of haunted house fog machine. the humidity in the whole car changed, he was ruining haircuts. just jump starting the water cycle. condensation was dripping down my glasses. people were slipping off poles, it was chaos. it was like watching one man try to terraform the moon. a planet with one dense, root beer scented atmosphere blocking out the sun and choking all life.

jazzcochina-deactivated20180807

i consider this a sort of prose poem to be honest

choked

inkstainedbunny-deactivated2020

plas stop staling y kyboard kys, i nd thm

azurescapegoat

Capitalists will have children go without food before they give up even the tiniest part of their wealth.

republicanidiots

I’ve actually asked Republicans why they’re against feeding children. They believe the kids are hungry because their parents aren’t working hard enough. Republicans think people will work harder if their children are hungry. In other words, they believe it’s okay to TORTURE CHILDREN to get their parents to do what they want.

tenderstatue

re-reblogging because THAT’S SOME SOCIOPATHIC SHIT

sonneillonv-deactivated20220218

The worst part is, if you really ask, most of them believe “working hard” = making money. You could have an exhausting job that destroys your body and leaves you constantly in pain, but if you’re getting paid shit, these people would say you’re not “working hard” enough.

boogaloojones

I CONTROL THE DIE

miseducatedmelanicmuse

muvataughtme-deactivated2021040

Never gonna learn their lesson I swear

lmsig-deactivated20220804

Until they get burned

17mul

Some people only learn the hard way unfortunately 🤦🏾‍♀️

onlyblackgirl

That’s cute and all but we all the sudden pretending like it isn’t indeed rape if the person is drunk? Idk why we skipping over the fact that it’s very possible he actually did.

hustlerose

i’ve been texting this girl for awhile i think she’s into me 😏

anarchetypalarchive

i saw this post earlier about therapists and it reminded me of my old therapist paul, who in my opinion is one of the greatest men alive and who did not put up with my bullshit for even one second

anyway i go in to see paul one week in the summer of 2016, and i’m doing my usual bullshit which consists of me talking shit about myself, and paul is staring at me, and then he cuts me off and says that he’s got a new tool for helping people recognize when they’re using negative language, and gets up and goes over to his desk

and i’m like alright hit me with that sweet sweet self-help article my man, because i’m a linguistic learner and whenever paul’s like here i have a tool for you to use it’s pretty much always an article or a book or something

paul opens a drawer, takes something out, and turns back around. i stare.

i say, paul.

is that a nerf gun.

yeah, says paul.

i say, are you gonna shoot me with a nerf gun in this professional setting.

he happily informs me that that’s really up to me, isn’t it. and sits back down. and gestures, like, go ahead, what were you saying?

and i squint suspiciously and start back up about how i’m having too much anxiety to leave the house to run errands, like it was a miracle to even get here, like i’ve forgone getting groceries for the past week and that’s so stupid, what a stupid issue, i’m an idiot, how could i–

a foam dart hits me in the leg.

i go, hey! because my therapist just shot me in the leg. paul blinks at me placidly and raises an eyebrow. i squint again.

i say, slowly, it’s– not a stupid issue, i’m not stupid, but it’s frustrating me and i don’t want it to be a problem i’m having.

no dart this time. okay. sweet.

so the rest of the hour passes with me intermittently getting nailed with tiny foam darts and then swearing and then fixing my language and, wouldn’t you know it, i start liking myself a little more by the end of the session, which is mildly infuriating because paul can tell and he’s very smug about it

anyway i leave his office and the lady having the next appointment walks in and i hear what’s all over the floor? and paul very seriously says cognitive behavioral therapy tools.