a person’s favorite mitski song says a lot about the particular baggage they’re trying to unpack

Why are we all so lonely? How did this happen? Come join my paramilitary cell.

polycule

womanhood and having a voyeuristic relationship with your own pain

“am i suffering beautifully?” “is my agony lovable?”

think of all the scorn they could have avoided if they had just said titties like honest plain folk

pictured: a response to someone posting suggestive anime girl drawings in the group chat for my college’s art club. such a simple statement, yet that specific hank hill icon elevates it beyond human comprehension

you only need one ice cube tray.

this might be too “deep” for some of you to get but i’ll explain. fill up your ice cube tray with water before you go to bed and in the morning empty out the ice cubes into a plastic bag and put the bag in the freezer. then refill the ice cube tray and go about your day, but empty it and refill it again before bed. you see where i’m going with this? you can just keep putting ice cubes in the bag in the freezer. one tray, infinite ice cubes. you’re welcome

listen… we are all dumb bitches, blundering along, and only sometimes we say and do smart things. its okay not to be right or cool or funny all the time. instead of pointing out that other people are fucking idiots, remember that you too are a clown brain in a meat suit, and relax about it. let em be stupid. let yourself be stupid. you’ll have smart thoughts and cool and funny things to say another time.