i need to press that man like a flower. get in the book boy

Knuckle tats that say Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate.

“tumblr is an echo chamber where people only see opinions of other people they agree with” please be serious. i have longtime beloved mutuals who are swifties. your experience is not universal

ⓘ A sewing machine is a device that provides a several-fold increase of the speed at which you can make mistakes

haters will say your cavernous jeans shelter terrible secrets

you may think your only options are

but in fact you can

christ on a cracker (the last supper, oil on saltine)

I don’t know why, but reading “oil on saltine” just sent me

is he acting out of character or did you get too attached to a headcanon

'yeag' is a typo to YOU but to me she conveys a feeling that 'yeah' does not

this too shall pass

HURRY UP

I just got a call back about a job that, I can not stress this enough, I applied to in 2017.

Just a reminder for people who may not know, in light of protestors at UCLA being shot in the face with rubber bullets— rubber bullets are not bullets made of rubber. They are metal bullets encased in rubber.

Despite being called “non-lethal” or sometimes “less lethal”, they are well known to cause death and permanent disability.

Here’s a photo showing their size— these are actual rubber bullets used during the Black Lives Matter protests in 2020.

Do not let them downplay the severity of what they are subjecting this students to for standing against genocide. Stay safe and stay educated.

the fact that op turned off rbs is very very funny to me. anyway i want this post on my blog too.

:/

my manager just asked me what my hobbies are outside of work and i cannot accurately describe how surreal it was. it was like being asked by the guy who locked you in the dungeon if you used to do anything fun before they locked you in the dungeon.

she also asked me by saying "do you... do anything?" which. HOW are you supposed to respond to that.