rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between "damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)" and "damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)"
I am also “damn, girl, you wrote this? (forgetful)”
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rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between "damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)" and "damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)"
I am also “damn, girl, you wrote this? (forgetful)”
kids these days with their sundials & their water clocks. when I was a boy we told time with our hunger pangs and we LIKED it
I wish I were making this up
people have always just been Like This (src)
Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
the left will fail and keep failing as long as it doesn't offer joy or a vision of the future. Like chris smalls and the union organizers didn't win by writing scathing op-eds about Amazon and sending out long dry newsletters with donation links about Amazon's unfair labor practices to employees, they won by literally meeting people where they were at, at the bus stop where the workers gathered to go home, and hosting cookouts and bonfires. He ate with people and smoked with them and talked to them about their lives and the job, about their rights as workers and how life could be better. He brought joy to them!!! And food and community!! And that's how one of the biggest victories for labor in a century was won. If I can't dance I don't want to be in your revolution
my version of the EVIL autistic flag. for when you are AUTISTIC but also EVIL. with and without meaning.
i really didn’t think it could get worse, and then-
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LMFAOOOOO
OH MY GOD.
Me at the start: weird but this isn't that bad.
The second bit:
The ending:
i'm fucking dying
Sometimes a character says something creepy or rude that's really out of character and it's obviously bc the creator thinks it's funny, and you just have to say "I know my boy and I know he wouldn't say that" and move on
HOW TO BE A BETTER TRANS ALLY: when introducing yourself as cis, make sure you add "for now," to subconsciously remind yourself of the inevitability
i hope you remember it’s very human and normal to crave affection, human interaction, attention and love. you’re not “too needy” or “too sensitive” for wanting to have your emotional and social needs met accordingly.
this is the type of work they’re gonna make high school art students study in ten years
This is the only good tiktok
[video description:
a person sitting at a table is talking into the camera.
"i have nothing to hide... which is a shame, because i love hiding stuff! i love making or buying secret hiding spaces."
they pick up a leather wrapped book.
"so like, i love hollowing out books. and you now, people- you could say, well probably you would hide drugs in there. well, i don't do drugs"
they open the book to reveal a green pill bottle hidden in a cut out space in the pages
"but i do take flonase for my seasonal allergies, so i put those in this one, because it kinda feels like taking drugs. but my whole apartment is filled with stuff like this."
the camera cuts to the view of a permanent maker on a table.
"like this perfectly normal permanent marker."
they take off the cap of the marker, and put it back on.
"well, it's actually hollow and on the inside is..."
they take off the back of the marker to reveal a small pink marker inside.
"a smaller permanent marker!"
the camera cuts to a bookshelf. they remove a book from the shelf.
"now this obviously is a copy of inside baseball, which is a perfect place, i figured out to hide-"
they open the book to reveal a miniature baseball in a cut out space in the pages.
"-my tiny baseball"
the camera cuts to a storage shelf. they retrieve a giant bolt from the shelf.
"this is a normal looking giant bolt that i just keep in my closet."
the camera cuts to a close-up of the bolt. they are screwing off a part of the bolt.
"you can screw off the bottom, and you can fit a tiny vial in there, which is perfect for..."
they tip the bolt over and a small vial containing white pills falls out.
"-that's my claritin. that's my other allergy medicine."
the camera cuts to a framed print of the great wave painting.
"there is nothing cooler than a wall save behind framed art. and i'm not allowed to poke holes into my wall, because it's a rental."
they move the painting to the side to reveal a wall safe behind it.
"but this is a picture of a wall safe! which is almost as good."
they fiddle with the wall safe, demonstrating that it is just a cut out picture pasted to the wall.
"since i wouldn't have anything to put in the wall safe anyway!"
the camera cuts to a fridge, just as the door is being opened.
"in the fridge i've got a totally normal looking doctor pepper."
they retrieve a can of doctor pepper from the fridge. the camera cuts to a close-up of the can.
"but of course the top screws off, and inside that is my benadryl! or bennies."
they screw open the top of the can and shake some pink pills from the can into the palm of their hand.
"these are for my night time allergies!"
the camera cuts to the boot of a car that is being opened.
"back of my car"
the camera cuts to a bin in the boot of the car. they remove a can of tire foam from the bin.
"looks like tire foam."
they unscrew the bottom of the can and pull out a yellow pill bottle.
"this is where i store my dramamine! which is kinda like i'm allergic to motion too!"
the camera cuts to four copies of shakespeare plays next to each other on a bookshelf.
"and this looks like it's just four shakespeare b-sides together, but if you pull out the bottom-"
they remove all four books at once and turn them over to reveal a hole that is cut through all four books, containing a can, which they pull out.
"there is actually a can of peaches"
they flip over the can to reveal a handle at the bottom
"but the can of peaches is fake, and inside is a rock!"
they open the fake bottom and retrieve a rock from the can.
"but that rock is fake"
they turn the rock over and slide off a cover to reveal a key.
"it's a hide-a-key! and that key-"
they remove a dictionary from the bookshelf.
"is perfect for opening the dictionary!"
they open the dictionary to reveal a keyhole.
"which is secretly a metal safe. and inside that i put-"
they unlock and open the safe to reveal several filled ziplock bags, removing one after another.
"the doctor pepper! and the tire foam! and the pages from the shakespeare books! and the peaches!"
they hold up the ziplock bag of peach slices to the camera.
"which i am allergic to."
end video description.]
[video by themorsecoda. original caption: the ultimate excuse]