Reblog with something that made you happy today. Doesn't have to be anything major. Just something that gave you a little joy. We need to appreciate those things.

I'll start. I had sushi from my fav place in town :)

Lmao so apparently Swifties are now trying to claim "female rage" and have merch with Taylor on it with like "FEMALE RAGE"

Girl, you would pass out 5 seconds into an Ethel Cain song. You could not handle a single note from Dresden Dolls. Fiona Apple is too left of the dial for you.

TayTay makes middle of the road pop songs for dentist waiting rooms and dates a star football player.

It's even fucking worse than I thought, holy fucking shit

Taylor Allison Swift does not embody female rage.

She embodies trust fund rage.

She embodies "they tracked how much pollution my private plane generated" rage.

She embodies "they tried to serve me pinot grigio at the country club" rage.

She embodies "do you know who I am?!" rage.

She embodies "sending Etsy shops cease and desist" rage.

(tags from @funnelcloudd )

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

I still vividly remember sitting at a bus stop downtown scrolling through endless Tumblr discourse about kink at Pride and whether leather daddies were appropriate. To my left, there was a giant ad that took up the whole side of the bus stop advertising a bag collection for some high-end brand. It was a black and white shot of a model who was completely nude, sitting on a chair, her legs spread wide open while she clutched a bag in front of her crotch and positioned her arms in just the right way to cover her nipples.

Nobody even batted an eye. No discourse was made about this. Life just went on.

Concentration camp.

They built a concentration camp.

I don't think words can describe what this other than genocide.

Death is temporary, I'll love you forever! ❤

I haven't laughed so much in a while - I adored this movie. Teenage me would've made this my personality for a year or so lol I need more campy horror films in the future stat.

the "I'm so normal about him" compilation

tell me in the tags the shoes you wear most often because why not

genuinely so tired of the male love interest in every m/f romance being the most hugelarge tallman to ever growth spurt. I need to see some women swooning over little five foot five rat dudes who need to be tucked in their gf's pocket lest they blow away like a napkin in the wind.