[erzvolnes]

immortal words

[cherries-coffee-joints]

[omtai]

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

[teratocrat]

paying hundreds of thousands of dollars for experimental elective dental surgery where they fill my mouth with shark teeth so i can give worse blowjobs

[praziluk]

sweatpants and tanktop is the lingerie of the proletariat

[7dmom]

i can sense that I am not the only warrior of light in this popeyes bathroom

[1eos]

[anarchistmemedistro]

[free-and-to-none-accountable]

[miamaimania]

“The Enchanted Abode” by Lars Van De Goor

[compounddoe]

The difference is that a fetish is bound to the floor while a kink is suspended from the ceiling

[unalivejournal]

Leather fetishes are back in cuz everything is polyester these days.. touching real HQ material in 2026 is enough to give anyone a little sexual zing

[sometiktoksarevalid]

[bebsi-cola]

disabled people are often in permacrisis

[bebsi-cola]

there's never enough money each month. there's always an unexpected illness. new symptoms pop up or old symptoms flare up. meds have to be managed always and refilled constantly and any refill has the opportunity to go wrong. any regular care has the opportunity to go wrong. any mistake can send your health spiralling. it's always "i just need to get through this bad patch" but as soon as one ends another begins. another crisis begins in the middle of the last crisis. managing one thing leaves another thing to be neglected until that becomes a major issue and has to be managed asap and the cycle starts anew over and over and over

[traumatizeddfox]

“omg peoples mental health is so bad they don’t shower??” girl some people have such bad mental health they kill themselves

[estrogenesis-evangelion]

my rule of thumb for this, for any behavior that you look at and go, "god, how can you not (X)?" is to ask myself: well. how bad would it have to be, for me? how bad would it be before i would stop doing that thing? how bad would i have to feel?

what would have to go wrong in your life, and how wrong would it have to go, for you to stop bathing? to stop eating? to let the garbage pile around you until you can no longer see the floor?

how bad would you have to feel, and for how long, before you would stand on the street screaming at anyone & anything? beating your fists on your head and crying? how bad would it need to be?

do you think there's some fundamental difference between you and people who suffer until their lives are unrecognizable to you? can you face the knowledge that if things went badly enough, you would be just like them? just like them? just like

[vagisil]

the people yearn for nonplastic fabrics

[staff]

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits