canilu

la perfección es evolución constante

[fadeintoyou1993]

t shirt that says i ❤️ my double standards that favor women

[hollow-head]

"who do you self insert as when you read?"

This is me when I read:

[saltoncity]

met gala theme fat and in jeans

[64mpg]

actually i’ve done a lot of work on myself since we last spoke and i wanted to tell you to go fuck yourself and that i hope you die

[fluentisonus]

people are like you just need to apply to 10 jobs a day meanwhile each of the jobs want you to write them 1500 words of uniquely tailored sycophancy & then manually input your cv into their custom application form 3 different times

[vithcy]

Currently here

[gayestcowboy]

one of my strongly held beliefs is that self driving cars should not exist. i don’t care how good the technology gets, i will not trust it. if you want transportation that you don’t have to be in control of, you should be in support of better public transit. you want trains.

[lostinpaintings]

Garden at Giverny (1900) by Claude Monet. Now exhibited at the Musée d'Orsay in Paris.

[nailbombs]

[dogpuppy]

[ceruleanheaven]

being on the internet for more than three minutes

[angeltiddies]

reverse gaslighting where i pretend to know exactly what you are talking about

[oneheadtoanother]

[7777777awawawa7777777]

hey man mind if i reclaim some slurs next to your parrot

[greelin]

“no job is worth your physical & mental health” i hauve. Bills.

[greelin]

i love when “just quit!” is thrown out as a suggestion. like damn thank you i’ve never thought of that before ever. in my life. There are these things called groceries and doctor visits

[anarchist-rat-swarm]

Capitalism is a hostage situation, and we are all the hostages.

[video-game-jams]

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Hades II - I Am Gonna Claw (Out Your Eyes then Drown You to Death)

[when-sanpape-arts]

Postmortem by glassincisor

After Termina, Daan spends the better part of three years glueing the fragments of his former life back together, perhaps as divine punishment for sticking his nose into bullshit that frankly didn’t concern him. However the news that Marcoh, his former friend and ally, is in deep shit with the mob forces Daan to reconsider his aggressively incurious stance.

The first two chapters are out now! :]

[when-sanpape-arts]

Postmortem: Chapter 3

“A shilling for a fortune told!—” a young voice calls out from a little side street. “You sir— yes! You with the eyepatch. You look like you need some insight—” The young woman sits at a low table adorned with trinkets from the far lands. She’s shrouded in darkness, lit only by candles melted down to stubs. The Gor-goroth sigil she’d carved into her skin all those years ago is now a faint, silvery scar. There’s no mistaking it. Daan stops dead in his tracks, “Marina?”.