I Just Cut An Emo Fringe And I Feel Like A God

i’m gay but i’m always gonna choose the well developed straight ship over the 2 bland and incompatible white dudes that have 500,000 fanfics written about them. you guys just hate women.

is "stoner" like a slur? sorry im new to lgbt

yeah i can reclaim tho

i think it shld be more widespread for ppl to read aloud to each other as a means of spending time together. like even just a bunch of adults sitting together reading wikipedia articles or something

i know this couple and i’m convinced one of them is the devil in human form and still processing they found a human who matches their evil.. i don’t know which ones which

comics as an art form make me insane. they’re so difficult to do well. there’s so many different ways to make sequential art work and most of them are deeply unintuitive. onomatopoeia that feels completely ridiculous to put down often reads seamlessly. panels on a page become a fractally nested image composition challenge that’s only possible to lose because if you do a good job no one will notice. you have to direct the readers’ eyes on a specific path across the page but also account for the fact that they won’t follow it. comic time isn’t linear. if the order of events isn’t crystal clear the story becomes incomprehensible. sometimes you need to do this on purpose. all this for a medium almost universally considered less effective than animation and less respectable than plain text. even its own name doesn’t take it seriously

i love how most girlbloggers are super into self care yet simultaneously love destroying themselves

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just saw a horse scurry under the fridge

am i the only one wha had a homoerotic friendship with a girl, used to get butterflies in my stomach just thinking of her, had imagined all these cute scenarios in my head but irl both are very distant and awkward and there’s this elephant in the room whenever we talk and so we just move away and there’s this dejection that crushes your soul but this just would not have happened if i hadn’t lived for the hope of it all or just would have communicated clearly.