epic that anxiety is not confined to the brain and just poisons every inch of the body. stomach. chest. neck. shoulders. everywhere else. really really cool
I love the phrase “he would not fucking say that”. Truly encapsulates the number of times I have read a fic where a character would not fucking say that
To be fair there is also the fic writer version. He would not say that but by god he’s a puppet and I’m the one with my hand up his ass so he WILL say it
gotta teach myself how to use a sewing machine so i can make the tshirt of my dreams
ignore the absolutely ass quality of this i had to draw it on my phone but i basically just want a black tshirt with 1 red sleeve and 1 blue one and apparently that’s a market that no one has thought to corner so i have to do it myself
i mean yeah but what does that have to do with my taste in shirts lol
LITERALLY some of you don’t fucking know what “disposable income is” like i cannot stress ENOUGH that someone who was able to get animal crossing on day 1 of launch or a ps5 preorder that is still only working minimum wage job and/or cannot pay their rent on a monthly basis is NOT your enemy bruv they are NOT “the rich” like PLEASE cement that in your head.
thank you for boiling off capitalist propaganda to get down to the essence of economics
i’d like to add: you are SUPPOSED TO HAVE DISPOSABLE INCOME.
you are supposed to have enough money for toys and games and vacations. that is what the citizens of a normal and healthy society should be buying without stressing out about if they’re gonna be able to afford to live the next day. you’re not just supposed to have ‘a little bit’ or ‘if you save up’ or ‘sometimes you can treat yourself’, you are supposed to have disposable income, and plenty of it.
do u guys ever look back at a piece of half-done writing and think ‘this could be brilliant. this could be my mona lisa. my starry night. my idris elba’ but you have absolutely no drive to finish it despite an unfaltering desire to see it finished
in 7 years its going to be the 20s again so we can bring back swing music and the aesthetics of that era but keep modern values who’s with me
you can’t repeat the past
can’t repeat the past? why, of course you can! of course you can.
date of origin: 19th of may, 2013.
this is my post. do you know how it feels to have this be your post? do you understand the guilt i have to live with knowing this is my post? the weight on my soul as the decade popped into prominence with spanish flu … 2 !
do you know how it feels, heritageposts? are any of these heritage posts your own or are you just a curator of human misery? do you know how it feels to live knowing that of anything i’ve ever made, anything i’ve ever said, this has been seen by most people, and this will probably remain the case until i die? for this to be my legacy? can you relate? can you empathize?
but do you want to know the worst part? the absolute worst part of all of this?
we haven’t even brought back art deco into mainstream prominence. sickening
