Dudes in bands will be like, “no I don’t believe the allegations against my friend, it’s just a he-said/she-said situation 🤷” and then they’ll be like “why don’t we have more women fans??”

My metaphysical being has not known peace since learning about Jo Bench a couple of days ago. My soul is tormented by how talented and cool and beautiful she is. I am in love.

Plan B costs around $50 but you can get generic levonorgestrel (1.5 mg tablet) online for $6. Super easy to order a couple and have them on-hand (for yourself or others) instead of dropping fifty bucks due to an emergency!

I fear many people like us who would consider themselves “very online” are deeply incapable of identifying rage bait (and thus feed into it). Please just search “rage bait tactics” and look at the first few reddit results. Much to be learned from the experts.

I’ve been fumbled twice this week. With my middling social skills, I really should’ve been the fumbler and not the fumblee [i am often haunted by the real possibility of dying alone].

I gotta smoke with Ms. Rachel

Dropping acid and listening to Necrophagist, call that doing Epitabs

Honestly kinda want to go to the Doom Gong show even though I know nothing about them or their music but I really just wanna see the Doom Gong 2025 Stageplot in action

Tonight I’m gonna be *repairing* some drywall in my apartment while listening to Hatebreed. First time drywall has ever felt peace in the presence of shouty white boy music. Be the change you wish to see type shit.

There’s no such thing as the friendzone. You’re either someone’s friend without ulterior motives or you’re not. If you’re just being someone’s friend in hopes they fuck you then that’s not actually being a friend. It’s paradoxical. It doesn’t exist.

What does it feel like for a man who is 25-75% bald man when you encounter a dude who has thrown in the towel and now shaves his whole head? Is there a sense of solemn respect? A sense of jealousy? I must know.

Local hardcore vocalists and also my gynecologist trying to get me to scootch down the exam table: MOVE UP!!!

I failed to acknowledge that Dillinger 4 and Dillinger Escape Plan are different bands from the day I first heard October until today.

Autism-inclusive hardcore show where they turn off the fluorescent lights and they give you the wifi password so you can be on Wikipedia between sets

I’m like Mr. Skin but just for True Detective season one

I am thankful for Bolt Thrower.