#it’s the WORST

[frownyalfred]

Just thinking about the absolute chaos and gaslighting Bruce and Oliver put Lex Luthor through when they’re all together and Bruce and Oliver are both playing the “ditzy billionaire flirting with everything they see while being dumber than a box of rocks and also won’t shut up” role at the same time.

[honeypleasejustkillme]

for fuckin real :/

[the-californicationist]

Why do I hold onto clothes that I won’t wear? If I have them hanging in my closet, does it mean that I am still connected to the time and place I wore them last? They’re washed. Surely the dirt and sweat and tears and cake and ash from the birthday candles have all gone out of them. Surely only my memory remains. And yet, the shirt is still here. The one I stole from the bottom drawer in my friend’s dresser, the girl who isn’t my friend anymore. The shirt I got from the 5k that kicked my ass; the one that taught me that even after a year of personal training, I should return to my mantra — temet nosce. Know thyself. But not knowing as in funfetti is my favorite, even though I’ve never had it on my own birthday. Not knowing as in when I go to target for a pack of tampons, I’ll leave with a cart full of bags. Don’t worry it was a sale. Full to the top of that red basket of snuts and trinkets and oh so important necessities that I’ll find at the bottom of my bathroom vanity by Christmas. A closet full of singleton socks and novelty headbands that I’m not manic pixie enough to wear. The coat from when my father was in Korea. Not for the war. For something else. Who knows what? It’s a memory that isn’t mine. And yet still it takes up space here on the rung, forcing me to confront it every time I open the door. Knowing it’s there. Being able to feel the cheap chocolate brown silk and the quick embroidery. But the thought of a sudden fire, bright flames melting it away to nothing, literally makes my eyes burn with tears. The unbearable loss of a memory that isn’t mine. And all of the sweaters that I hoped would get their mileage, forgetting somehow that I live in east Houston, the land of concrete and strip centers, flattening anything that could even pretend to be a tree, an easy bake oven of a place, garish and scorching even in November. Is nostalgia the Marlboro of my generation? Did we get a peek at that exploitive heaven of the nineties only to discover that we do indeed reap what we sow. The reaping is a nasty business. The loss of houses. Hurricane Katrina. Temperature spikes. Snow in March. The sweater I bought from a beach front shack because I had nothing else to wear. How do you tell a fourteen year old that she should pack clothes when she has pictures and burned CDs and video games that she can’t live without? And if they were washed away, somehow their loss would be her fault. I should throw out these dresses. The one I wore to my grandmother’s funeral is too black. Too specific. The nylon body con hugged me as I read my trite eulogy, a love letter she will never read. A woman full of memories. Of finer clothes than mine. All of her socks had pairs. Where did she find them? Or did she banish the lonely ones? Did she have a heart to say goodbye to something when it served her well, it’s time on earth fleeting and yet eternal. Nothing leaves this blue speck, does it? And yet I cling to this screen-printed Gildan like it’s my own skin. If I put it on, will any part of me come rushing back?

[simple-persica]

It’s getting warmer, so it’s shedding time. Philzer is not a fan of finding what are essentially little daggers everywhere.

[mymangamemes]

Me trying to convince the bread in the toaster not to burn

From I Married the Male Lead’s Dad by Ko eun chae, San-ho, Gyammi, Eongsseu, and EUNSAN

[thatonegayspacerock]

"The choice is yours if you’re willing to choose seeing as you’ve got nothing to lose And I could use a Canary~"

Woagh more of my nonsense doodles that actually have plot impact let’s go

[lavsnz]

having allergies during cold & flu season is so embarrassing like i promise i’m not sick my nose just likes to torture me especially when the seasons start changing

[fabioquartararhoe]

amazing news

[teahoused0ll]

I have flu.

[bbloveseevees]

Turns out: I’m sick!

Time to watch people romance Eldridge Gods and get smooches

[inyri]

hey, about your kiddo with the cavities. Genuinely that can happen for any number of reasons, don't feel bad. You can do various preventive things for it but there cash be anything from their individual mouth chemistry to genetics going on. You're an awesome parent just for bringing them in on time! you'd be shocked how many people don't even do that. source: family in dental.

Thank you (and @jadesabre301 and everyone else who indulged my mom guilt pity party) for the kind words :)

My background’s also in medicine, of course, so rationally I know Q probably just inherited her dad’s teeth/saliva chemistry/bad dental luck. I had a lot of orthodontia but no cavities until I suddenly needed a root canal in my late 30s- and even that wasn’t from a cavity, apparently- but my poor husband’s got a mouth full of dental implants after a lifetime of bad teeth.

I do watch her more closely now with brushing, but it’ll be what it is- thankfully I think the experience was Not Fun enough that she understands better WHY we fuss at her so much about toothbrushing now…

[virtualdetectiveduck]

Having the most obscure interests suck bc no one is ever willing to listen to you

Like Wdym you don’t want to talk about shitty analog horror or bugs for 5 hours??

[cicadasides]

loveeee getting the most terrifying intrusive thoughts when i’m alone in my dark bedroom at 2am !!

[cheesecakeislazy]

In the mouthwashing fandom- blocked like 2 people for shipping problematic ships, why am I cursed to find these? 😭😭😭

[artsy-starfish]

when you finally get the lil salmonid sniffer who’s been spawn camping ur team for a whole minute