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Fun Fact : The B in LGBT stands for (Bi)llie Joe Armstrong

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Reminder I moved to @bflys if you wanna follow me there

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*Crosses my arms and scoffs like an artsy gay coded goth boy in an 80s movie*

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ah yes, the four main food groups: chinese takeaway, coffee, carbohydrates, and pussy

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i think about this a lot

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nobody likes the “bad boys” who insult and degrade their partners while wearing pastel polos with popped collars, people like REAL bad boys who wear leather jackets and take a lot of care in how they shape their pompadour and carry around stiletto switchblades and care about their communities and ride a motorcycle and rebel against the government and says stuff like “NOBODY insults my gal” and gets in fistfights with dudes who catcall their girlfriends. THOSE bad boys are the guys everyone wants.

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Isn’t that great? I mean, isn’t that just kick-you-in-the-crotch, spit-on-your-neck fantastic?

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#goals

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me, an adhd: i hate being understimulated!!! it is so BORING also me when anything at all happens:

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“But how can you KNOOOOOW you don’t like the food if you’ve never TRIIIIIIIIEEEEEEED it?????”

by looking at it to make texture predictions

smelling it to make taste predictions

poking at it with a fork to ascertain the flexibility and chewiness

considering its similarities to other foods I’ve disliked

considering its differences from other foods I’ve liked

knowing that there is an ingredient in it that I hate

trying to chop it with a knife and feeling the gristliness and hearing that telltale horrible creaking noise of gristle and noping right out of that situation

this is how humans naturally decided whether or not to eat unfamiliar foods in the wild thousands of years ago

our senses interact with each other to protect us, so your nose alerts you to an incoming bad taste before you put it in your mouth so you don’t end up eating the bad thing and dying

this is how we survived as a species

it is perfectly rational

it makes perfect sense

so stop

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her favorite lipstick

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sometimes i read or skim arguments/talking points with the sense that like…..you’re thinking way too hard about this. like not in a dismissive way, not “you just wasted your time lol what a loser go outside”, it’s more like “why are people being made to think SO DEEPLY about shit that doesn’t matter”.

something that seriously pisses me off is people who say stuff along the lines of “if you do/like/think X then think really hard about why you do” like 1) don’t tell me what to do 2) maybe i have thought really hard about it and this is how i feel afterwards 3) ITS NOT THAT DEEP

this is in all sorts of discourse and honestly it reeks of the guys i met in high school who tried to convince me i wasn’t really attracted to women cause they always told me to think about why i like women instead of men (i ID’d as a genderqueer lesbian back then) and if i said i had they’d tell me to think harder. they didn’t care about me. they just wanted me to not be gay. they just wanted me to be available to them.

people who tell you to think hard about some random aspect about you are not being ingenious. they are not encouraging self discovery. they just want you to admit that they are right and you are wrong because eventually you’ll run out of arguments and statements you’ve rehashed a thousand times and just get mad and then they’ll use your anger against you.

y'all. IT AINT THAT DEEP. queer discourse? it’s faster and easier than saying “nonbinary genderfluid and bi” and encompasses my identities and beyond. for me, that’s it. i’ve typed out paragraphs on why i use the word but it all boils down to that.

shipping discourse? sometimes we just fucking like things and it doesn’t mean shit in our brains because brains are funky things we still don’t understand. i’m not going to dive deep into the inner mechanisms of my psyche because i like a ship with dubcon elements. it’s not that fucking serious. you’re not going to catch me engaging with a lot of “reasons why shipping x is okay” because i’ve grown up with weird ships and characters ever since i was 10 and hey, look at me, i’m queer and mentally ill but i’ve never fucking killed anyone like i apparently would have done if fiction really was at a 1:1 ratio with reality. the irony is that so many shipping arguments are bunk if you use your goddamn brain for ten seconds and engage in some nuance and critical thinking for once.

ace discourse?? “think really hard about why you ID as ace”?? because they don’t experience sexual attraction you utter walnut. and whether that’s due to trauma or internalized xphobia or what, it’s nobody’s fucking business aside from that person.

all these people are doing are trying to worm their gross ideologies into your head and make you doubt who you are. when i was younger i fell into these traps and came out like “okay i thought about it and i still like this so what now,” and they don’t have answers beyond that. because it’s a subtle guilt trip to get you to admit that you’re a liar, that you’re actually cis/straight/not mentally ill/<insert other identity aspect here> because how dare you exist as one of those people.

ugh. that’s my semi-legible rant of the day, the point being that nobody is allowed to dictate or determine my identity aside from me and sometimes therapists, and people who try to guilt people into hating themselves over dumb arbitrary shit can fuck off forever.

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me receiving an email from a company i applied to

me opening it and seeing yet another fucking automated rejection message

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One of the funniest things I ever experienced was when I went to go see John Mulaney live, and halfway through a bit about how expensive college in the States is, he looked down at the sleeve of his suit jacket and just. stopped. dead halt, mid sentence.

And after like three seconds, where we’re all trying to figure out the punchline because the story clearly hadn’t ended, and John Mulaney quietly says, “Has there been tinfoil on my buttons the whole goddamn show?”

He’d taken his suit to the drycleaner, and they’d wrapped the buttons on the sleeves and the coat with tinfoil to protect them, and John Mulaney didn’t notice until half-way through his set, and was SO FLABBERGASTED that he never did finish the story about college and instead did five minutes on how stupid it was that his buttons were reflecting the light and he just didn’t notice, and in that moment I understood more about John Mulaney as a person than I ever have.

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me: alright time to make an important decision

my last two braincells: