sorry for not posting much! they only let me out twice a month
Let you out of what, Miku?
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I must not buy. Buying is the purse-killer. Buying is the little-dopamine that brings total bankruptcy. I will face my wishlist. I will permit the limited time sale to pass over me and through me. And when it has expired I will turn the inner eye to see its impulses. When the mania has gone there will be nothing. Only $ will remain.
only $1400 to scare the shit out of yourself every single night of your life
people who actually got to party to the songs that came out in 2009-2010 are so lucky too bad i was eleven
like imagine pulling up to a house party and hearing dynamite by taio cruz blasting i’d lose my fucking mind
Y’all, I’m over here DYING cuz Google suggested me this article about the crisis of backyard chicken keepers– which is that they love having chickens so much that they keep getting more, and then don’t know what to do with all the eggs.
Which I can see how this would be a problem, but it’s just so funny to me because they had interviewed this one guy who started off with 3 chickens, and then kept adding more and more, and eventually started donating the eggs to a local food bank, and at the end of the year when they wrote him a tax receipt, he discovered he’d donated over 400 dozen eggs.
Seriously, it was a whole article talking very seriously about how people are so into chickens that they just keep collecting them like pokemon and then have to “scramble” (their words not mine) to get rid of the eggs, because they weren’t even thinking of egg production, they just loved having chickens.
And while I may be over here laughing a bit too hard, honestly? Big Mood.
“but without the profit motive people won’t work”
If this is you:
Dinosaur Anti-Capitalism
narratives about doomed love that aren’t romantic in nature. the love between siblings who understand each other the most but are growing apart no matter how much they try to come back to one another. the love between friends whose life paths pull them apart and they never see each other again, only remembering the face of a once kind childhood. the love for a hometown that year by year becomes less and less the one that raised you until you are a foreigner in your own backyard. there was no stopping it. the love was there and it mattered and you can never come back again.
Just remember if you suffer from melancholy and must run away to the sea for your health that you should also wear sunscreen
#what do you do if you suffer from melancholy but are also deeply afraid of the ocean #what then
You run away to the woods. And wear bug spray.
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hey the op of that crab day post is a transphobe and pro life and shit so on top of it already being a stupid idea its By A Bigot so i am praying people stop reblogging or reposting it
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Hi op! I have wanted to add that there is a SECOND crab day post going around that is ALSO by a transphobic conservative Christian!
I donβt know why this caption made me laugh so hard