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Not today Justin
i don't do bad sauce passes
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Kiana Khansmith
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@gayemo
I wish I could have heard you sing this… I bet you have a beautiful voice
basketball players fight over the basketball because they are hypnotized before each game to believe it is their egg
i got a new hairbrush today. diary entry of a girl from 1843. mama says a whole boar was killed to make this for me. think of that, dear journal. a whole boar slain for a little girl such as myself.
I hate having to pretend that tadc is a well written masterpiece its driving me nuts. I think it's fun an entertaining but you guys talk about it like white guys talk about rick and morty
I actually do think we should discourage women from becoming housewives. Do not become financially dependent on a man. That's how a lot of women ended up dead over the years. A man gets violent suddenly and you have to choose between homelessness or potentially dying at his hand because you have an enormous gap in your resume and no degrees or certifications or anything that will help you pursue a career that will allow you to be financially independent. He owns your bank account. His name is probably the one on the car. Try and leave and he can report it stolen. Where will you go then?
Don't become a housewife.
And if you do become a housewife, take steps to protect yourself. Make sure you’re legally married, for starters; stay-at-home girlfriends have very little legal recourse to claim their partner’s assets in a breakup. Make sure your name is on the house deed/rental agreement, and have your car in your name, even if your spouse is paying for it. Have your spouse transfer money every month into an account solely in your name, so you can buy yourself things without needing permission, but also so you can save up to leave if needed.
If your spouse fights you on any of this, then don’t quit your job. The tradwife to poverty pipeline is real, and so is financial abuse.
also, many women/people experience controlling behaviour and domestic violence from their partner for the first time during pregnancy. don’t risk thinking “he’s just stressed, it’ll get better when the baby comes” because it won’t. neither you and your child will ever be safe with that man. get out as early and safely as you can
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
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Who is the Monster? Who is the Man?
“Ghosts are real” I can see how you could believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real” it’s very fair and rational that you believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real anymore” I’m about to hear a poem or very sad story
“Ghosts aren’t real yet” the fuck are you going to do
no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed
being a kid and hearing adults say stuff like "woah 2011 was 4 years ago haha" didn't really convey the fucking horror of a youtube video crossing my recommended labelled "9 years ago" and it's from 2017. that's not true. 9 years ago is 2010 or something. don't lie.
tweet sequence of a not-quite-friend and artist i admire that i find myself thinking of constantly
Went to my local civic center today to sit down in a public space and work on writing and I started having a whole paranoia spiral over this one security guard repetitively looking at me and checking up on me for seemingly no reason. And then I realized I was sitting on a terrace right above the entrance to a gay dance event, with a huge backpack and dressed in my most cishet looking outfit ever
Trans guy with severe paranoia of being monitored and watched in public vs the understandable need to keep an eye on suspicious white guys in hoodies when hosting a gay event in the south. woops