I love thinking I'm a hater and then meeting a real hater and going wow that does not look fun actually. Going back to my lukewarm hater ways. Performative haterdom. I couldn't name five hater bands.
not to be rude but some of y'all need to look on the bright side sometimes. like, yeah sure the world is fucked and people suck and we all die whatever, sure, but like. go outside.
ok i phrased this poorly, hang on.
i'm not saying the cure for depression is touching grass. however, if you surround yourself with sad things and talk about how terrible life is and how much you're suffering and never take a breath and remember it's not all bad, you'll end up making yourself worse.
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I wanna formally thank @theunsubtleknife for the ID, because I spent a good thirty seconds waiting for this to load before sulkily scrolling on, thinking I would have to refresh my feed.
Nobody has made me feel safer or more respected than the filthy perverted freaks I was warned about.







