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me: [enjoys my garbage]
some pretentious fuck: excuse me, but that thing you are enjoying has no real intellectual substance and I don’t like it and you are stupid for liking it
me: [enjoys my garbage MORE AGGRESSIVELY]
New album cover. Love You To Death. Out June 3. Produced by Greg Kurstin. Art by Storey Elementary. Photo by Pamela Littky. #LY2D #LoveYouToDeath
Three months is a long time to wait
This is so powerful.
It’s Nick Randhawa! Had the great pleasure of knowing him at Berkeley. He’s done fantastic work.
Always reblog this
Sometimes I write something. Some prose, or poetic verse. Physically; pen to paper. Then I burn it or tear it up or ball it up and throw it away. It's a release. I extract the thoughts and feelings and destroy them. There's no permanence. It's very therapeutic. Today I can't throw them out. Today I want to let them linger.
My parents got me this Trump doll as a gag gift over a decade ago when we were fans of the Apprentice.
Fun Super Tuesday activity: For every ten notes I’ll stick a pin in him until I’m out of pins. Don’t let me down America
Seems like Donald will wake up tomorrow with “stabbing” shoulder pains…
Right in the heart. That one went in easy. Like there was already a hollow space there.
Now in the stomach, like how I can’t stomach his fuckin bullshit
Let’s see you try to “pin” this on Mexican kidney thieves
Hearing no evil is hard when you’re Donald Trump and your mouth is a direct spigot from Hell’s pipeline of villainy
I believe we’ve pinpointed the source of his hot air.
Donald Trump is the arch-nemesis of liberty.
Woops, sorry about that D, looks as though I cut off your freedom of choice over your reproductive decisions
OK - I can’t keep up with the demand, and I’m running out of jokes and pins, so let’s skip to the good stuff. The inevitable conclusion where he’s just absolutely covered in pins.
This Donald is sure not having a Super Tuesday! :)
~~ Stretch goals ~~
800 notes - attacked by vicious alligator
1,500 notes - confronted with flagrant multiculturalism
2,000 notes - sent directly back to hell
Reached our first stretch goal… attacked by not one, but six vicious alligators. Don’t say I never gave you anything nice.
Well when I went to bed, this post was at around 900 notes, but suffice it to say I think many of us were hungry for Trump defiling action. Your heroic efforts made it possible for us to reach all of our stretch goals… and then some.
Stretch goal 2: Confronted with flagrant multiculturalism
Oh no!! A more nuanced perspective!!
Stretch goal 3: Sent directly back to hell
It’s been a while since he stepped foot on his own turf. No need, as he’s already polling well there.
And finally, a very special stretch goal received in the askbox:
Y’all are starting to catch on that I have a lot of random stuff lying around, including, thankfully for this scenario, a dinosaur that eats people. We pulled Donald back from hell, now lightly toasted and ready for this last challenge.
The Donald thinks he’s “tough.” The bull t-rex hesitates, because the word he wants to use is “gamey.”
Thank you all for making the American dream come true. What an adventure we all embarked on together.
I just found this extremely funny
the struggles of writing: deciding if that line was poetic or just cheesy beyond belief
I really thought there would be an age when I would outgrow ridiculous crushes but apparently not.
the struggles of writing: deciding if that line was poetic or just cheesy beyond belief
Don’t drink and drive your dog won’t understand why you never came home
You ever heard the old saying, “Know the garbage, know the man?”
The Santiago one is my nightmare.
Mental illness is all in your head. Heart disease is all in your chest. Glaucoma is all in your eye. I already know which parts of the human body can have a problem. I am going to do great on my first day at medical school.
when you go from a bad situation into a better one you may collapse exhausted and unsure what to do and full of grief, you may need time to regain the ability to do things as yourself or motivated by anything other than terror, you may need time to process or mourn or fall apart in ways you could not before,
and people may use this as proof that the old situation was better for you, proof that you need to go back, and it is not proof that it was better for you or proof that you need to go back
!!!
It’s so incredibly common to “fall apart” when you’re finally safe. You no longer need to stay so tightly coiled in on yourself, you can finally leave survival mode and process your trauma. You’re not holding yourself up by sheer terror anymore and suddenly the damage that terror has done to you becomes immediate and obvious.
This is so important. Don’t go back. Things are already getting better, even if it doesn’t feel that way.
I really needed this right now
which feelings do the ice box give you
It reminds me of being a small child and not yet realizing how terrible the world was but still feeling very out of place even at that age. The feelings of camping while on vacation in Maine and how clean and free it felt to be in the woods by a lake. The nightmare of knowing wisdom only comes with age and that the older I get the more I wish I could have my youth back to do it right. It also makes me feel so alone.
it won’t be like what you imagined. maybe you get the road trip to the beach with coffee in your hand and the radio playing, maybe you don’t. but happy shows up. it’s in a 2 AM game of jenga with your new college friends. it’s curling up for another marathon of netflix. it’s meeting the person who will be your best man at the wedding. it’s 4:45pm in the library when the girl in the study coral across from you quietly whispers “i’m going to set everything on fire” and then turns to you and asks if you wanna take a break for dinner (say yes, she’s very nice and you both need a moment away from the stress). it’s the mornings they have omelettes and in good books and in a puddle that looks cool. it’s sometimes picturesque, but more often it’s full-belly laughter at stupid things on the floor of your friend’s house while in the background someone is debating the best way to win settlers of catan.
i know it gets dark early now and the tired is setting in and everything sort of feels blank and hazy and you want to spend ages staring at walls thinking of nothing
but happiness will find a way in. it will be small moments. look for them.
I get socially anxious from POSTING this!! Ugh!!!!! whatever
This picture gives me so many feelings
