blorbos on the mind when ur bored is nice like. wow. I have nothing to do physically but I can sit still and Think about the littleguy thats wild. and then later you're sitting in ur math doing algebra and i cant focus cause there's dumbbitch sitting in my brain eating the numbers
and dumbbitch eating the numbers doesn't even know how to count past 30
I'm a big hit at parties because I say things like "death to all who oppose us" and "the reckoning is at hand" when I’m clicked on
yeah i like to give my blessing to the most pathetic looking weak little knight at the tournament. she can’t even look me in the eye when i give her my flower and she stutters out that she’ll do her best or something of the like. i think its funny when she has to cry and beg my forgiveness and i get to say “such a shame, i suppose my hand in marriage will have to go to someone else…” and then i get to hear her whimper like a dog. ive done this like 6 times alrea-
did she just win.
I shall prepare a stew for the wedding! Extra salt!
wait wait wait stew goblin wait
are you the “can eat the same exact food every single day 365 days a year” kind of neurodivergent or the “can’t eat the same food two days in a row” kind of neurodivergent
One day you'll find someone who loves you but for now just go to sleep
Being naturally blonde is fundamentally evil but dying your hair blonde is okay bc it's like post-blonde postmodern irony
let’s hang on mama (of another species)
normalize never buying into diet culture, normalize eating whatever the hell you want, normalize not caring about your weight whatsoever, normalize accepting yourself as you are and being happy that way, normalize being body-neutral, normalize being body-positive, normalize not dieting, normalize being fat, normalize being happy at any weight. do this and I promise everything will improve for everyone, but specifically anyone who’s ever struggled/is struggling with their body image.
#fatty cope
That’s all already fully normalized. The average American (as well as the average person in many other countries) is overweight. “Normal” is now fat. What used to be normal is now thin. Most people don’t commit to their diets or do routine exercise. Fatness is already normalized quite enough.
i don’t think you grew up fat if you’re saying its completely normalized lmaooo why are you all on my post from 3 fucking years ago anyway what ed hellforum did yall come from. go look at old paintings of tuberculosis victims if you want to romanticize being starved to death and maybe invite bella hadid for the viewing party
When the Arizona Iced Tea hits
Someone add a gif i'm on mobile
Submitting myself to the terrifying ordeal of hope
feminism never taught me to hate men but it did help me realize that i shouldn’t prioritize them over women & it turns out that alot of men consider that to be hatred lmao.
So if you were in a room with two prisoners; a man and a woman, you’d never met, and the gender neutral soldier with the big gun told you to kill one of them, you’d automatically shoot the man?
tag yourselves I’m the gender neutral soldier with the big gun
im the completely off the wall reaction to a fairly mundane post
Your soldier with a big gun looks gnc af
another graveyard banger
i aint the snuggest bug in the bed
Mister Beast has seemingly infinite money that he seemingly only uses for the YouTube equivalent of unethical early 20th century psychological experiments. It makes sense that he is partnering with the LDS.
My first egg cracked in 2016. I came out as agender. changed my name to Andi and my pronouns to they/them, started wearing dresses/skirts/crop tops, and dyed my hair all sorts of funky colors. I was starting to be happier with myself in a way I'd never really been as a boy. No one. Not one single person, in real life or on the internet, ever made it seem like being a woman was an option for me. Everything pointed in the opposite direction.
I watched the election cycle that year with dread. I watched the vote totals come in at bar with some friends after my teaching gig for the night was over. We drank in silence and in misery. I cried in my truck on the way home, knowing that life was just going to get harder for people like me. I still couldn't call myself transgender. I didn't think that word was for me.
I read Tranny by Laura Jane Grace. I really identified with parts of it, but her story as a punk rocker and an addict was so dissimilar to mine that I didn't think I could be a woman, didn't think I would ever be allowed to call myself that.
I drank and smoked myself almost to the point of death over the next two years. I was working nearly 100hrs a week between bartending and teaching, and was semi-regularly driving the few blocks home from the bar slightly drunk. Not intentionally, but y'know. If something happened and my life ended? No big deal. Every relationship in my life crumbled around me. It wasn't until I hit rock FUCKING bottom that I thought to myself "what if I'm a woman?"
If anyone had told me, even once, that maybe I was a trans woman. Maybe estrogen could help. Maybe transition might make me happier. Maybe I wouldn't have been driving a 2005 F-150 with almost 200k miles on it 90mph an hour and a half to sleep with a girl who hadn't loved me in years. Maybe I wouldn't have buried myself in half a bottle of whiskey every night after work. Maybe I would've never started smoking. Maybe I'd still have any of the friends I made before the pandemic. Maybe I Wouldn't Have Been So Fucking Miserable.
So yeah. Forcefem today. Forcefem tomorrow. Forcefem every day forever until not a single girl has to go through what I did, or worse.
hey everyone. i'm still injured and have been out of work on workman's comp since november - it helps but i'm not quite making ends meet. some bills landed wrong this week & long story short i'm below what i need for my rent check to clear. i could use some help if anyone can spare anything
@orbis3 on vmo
$0/200
i love you all so
$45/200
