The Fault in our Sombreros

wheres the smiling blackfoot family i want to see the smiling blackfoot family

smiling blackfoot family.

I'm sorry what the fuck did you just say ??? This has to be fake.

Invading other countries and violating their soverignty has been what constituted the majority of french history for at least the past 500 years

people who only use conventional social media are so funny bc they’ll casually be like “can I see your tumblr??” are you Insane. this is no instagram or twitter. this is my vault of secrets

"Oh can I see what stuff you see on Tumblr?"

whats cool about being trans is my parents are totally right. i did kill their beautiful son. im the thing that animates his corpse in an ever more convincing parody of a happy girl. i devoured him from the inside out and now there is nothing left of him and he is dead dead dead and there is only me, with my hollow eyes and dark eyeliner and long hair, and my big smile. my limp, effeminate gestures belie the marionetting of the boy they loved. my fagginess is his death. already his body becomes a fitter home for my parasitism in full; the tits, the hips, the thighs. sorry about your kid. thanks for the biomass <3

Body horror (/pos)

When I first came out to my parents, my mom said she needed time to mourn the loss of her son. At first it was devastating (of course). I was still their kid, I was still the same person, just a different name and gender. Now? Now I agree. I'm killing him slowly but surely and using the remains to make something better, someone happier and stronger and willing to stand against what life throws at me. He's dead and he's the fuel to my fire

I love when fiction makes the audience feel guilty about their role as the audience. When something fucked up is treated as a joke but later it's recognised how fucked up it was and the audience feels guilty for finding it funny. When a character breaks the fourth wall to plead for help, and you can't do anything so you just watch. And you know that the characters pain isn't real, but they're begging for help and you're not helping because their suffering is entertainment for you

How do I get inside your head

I remember seeing a clip of this years ago this ISNT a case of lazy translation he’s literally saying “speaks Japanese” IN Japanese

you dont have to be a parent to understand the horror of walking into a room and discovering that the baby crawled out of his baby crib and onto that pottery wheel that you forgot to turn off

and while the baby is spinning around and around, the dog is sitting there all calm, like a person, gently using his paws to fashion the babys soft cartilage head into something a little more modern

it might be the classic tale of bad parenting, but lets see where the dog is going with this

ursa minor, or "bear minimum",

The Night Train.

'i can save him', 'i can make him worse'. gurl i can exhaust his dialogue options until all i can do is 1. leave

staff: our april fools joke this year is a silly feature that doesn't really do anything but give you a button to boop other users! they have to opt-in first though :)

me:

HELP

hate how so much of adult friendship relies on updates, experiencing your life through pictures and tidbits. we had it good with childhood friends, could spend years and years basking in the same circumstance. now i just float through clouds of strangers, hungry for something solid and warm. yes i carry your heart within mine, yes i see the world through your eyes. but in that very moment i still feel alone, still know it's poor substitute for same room, twin smiles.

it’s the titematic universe

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