One more episode of "My Little Pony", pop a Valium. Fly to Finland.

In 1,000,000 universes this ends with smoking weed on my porch

i lowkey fuck with how there’s no jobs and rent is infinity money and food is infinity money and fun activities are infinity money and every kind of side hustle is completely flooded and everyone’s angry and mean all the time

im glad gay people are accepted now

#them

The plan?

Genuinely awed by this video, in which a woman does a Marina Abramović “the artist is present” face at a comedian and her inscrutability and unbroken eye contact drives him to madness and reveals his deepest insecurities

fighting against the norm. again ahead of time

anxiety so bad im in the bathroom naming one thing i can touch two things i can smell three things i can

afraid these peoples off leash dog is going to run loose and maul me

Guy with no object permanence having sex: 😏😨😮‍💨😨😮‍💨😨😮‍💨😨

Touching his circumsizion scar: you know they control the banks too

unironically this is how you induce *true* ego death

hantavirus fear mongering has hit the coworker discussion sphere

theyre trying to distract you

this is why u gotta go to dives and neighborhood bars where the patrons are 15-50 years outside of your age bracket

“To photograph people is to violate them, by seeing them as they never see themselves, by having knowledge of them that they can never have; it turns people into objects that can be symbolically possessed. " ― Susan Sontag, On Photography

whoever got the blue honda at walmart your kids smoking the roaches out your ashtray

came into work tipsy and started talking abt how wine gives me bad shits and no one is agreeing