rontology: I love asking friends, without context, “what are you really into this week?” I’ll go first. this week I’m really into mouthwash and sudoku. Last week I was into peaches.
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rontology: I love asking friends, without context, “what are you really into this week?” I’ll go first. this week I’m really into mouthwash and sudoku. Last week I was into peaches.
Jam/marmelade 🤤
unyieldingsilence: valtsv : valtsv : valtsv : “could you win a fight with your doppelganger” and “would you fuck your clone” questions are fun but honestly they don’t reveal nearly as much as my favourite question: could you manipulate them?
it’s like. not only how well do you know yourself, but how much can you separate yourself from the concept of “you”? how far are you willing to go to establish control over yourself? can you really look yourself in the eyes and lie? and if you can, what does that say about you?
“why would you even want to do this” another great question!!
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thoughtkick: “If you knew how hard it was, and how long it took, to rebuild my little universe of peace and happiness then you would understand why I’m so picky about who I allow in my life.”
— Weird People

letsbelonelytogetherr: — Leah Horlick from “ For Your Own Good ”










Imagine you’re a landlord in Germany and you want to offer affordable living spaces in one of the most expensive areas in the land - and the government FORBIDS you to rent out for such a low price. I have dedicated my life to reach a place in society where strings can be pulled. At least then I can say I tried
I could rant on and on, write paragraphs over paragraphs ranting about politics and economy and that no one “up there” has a fucking clue what the fuck they’re doing (left, right, middle - I don’t give a shit, I hate each party all the same)
I’m not a fan of ranting though. Also those rants would be really revealing and essentially lead me no where. Just be sure, just because I’m rarely loud, I’m not automatically nonchalant. Everything I do, in some way or another, is a contributing factor for the bigger plan.
So if I’m distant or an asshole or unethical or weird or mad, forgive me (or don’t) for my relentlessness. I do care about things and people along the way. But I care more about the systems that broke me as a child (and many others) and breaking them back.
I owe that to myself and I’m not stopping until I’m fucking done

teaboot: The only downside to talking to small children like they’re normal people and treating them like normal people (as per my mom) is that as they develop into bigger children they are viscerally aware of every single moment in which they are pandered to like stupid little accessories (as per my dad, my teacher, the special ed aide, every adult in my middle school) and you end up getting a lot of phone calls from people reporting your kid for (checks notes) “undermining authority”, “disrupting the classroom environment”, “disobeying elder peers”, and “unionizing the grade eleven gym class with intent to incite a mutiny” (as per me) and you end up with a Grown Adult who will absolutely encourage and enable other people’s children to fuck the sustem