It’s cool that a drink with “sweat” in the name can be popular, but honestly, it tastes slightly worse than gatorade. If you’re at a vending machine, Ito En oolong or jasmine is where it’s at. Dope outfit though.
Peke w/ blue hair, Joyrich, Adidas & Pocari Sweat tote bag in Harajuku.
[[seductively does nothing to indicate I’m attracted to you]]
When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.
It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
“The more they told me: you’re a girl, you can’t paint graffiti, you can’t go to subways, because you’re a girl, you’re a mere female; I had to stand up and just shut them up.” —Lady PinkGraff feminist OG
My life is eating itself to
death and I cannot help or
look away and no damn purge
will save us now
count your prospects,
light them with your bow
imitating a saxophone very loudly with my mouth is a sort of stimming that i’d probably do frequently if it weren’t for deep-seated paranoia and anxiety, but i’m kinda glad i only do it when i’m alone and drunk because if not for that limitation, i think i might not have many friends.
yo, another fucked up thing: i’d probably be in a much worse place in life (lol) if i were less conventionally attractive than i am. i’ve seriously got some advantages there, and nobody’s willing to talk much about that shit. a lot of people who don’t know me see (from what i have been told) an aloof, cool, eccentric person with golden eyes and a classically handsome male jawline, but internally i’m no fucking different from the socially broken, fedora wearing guys who are constantly shit on by the misogynist, ciscentric world-at-large and the glorious fempire alike. except i’m a girl or something, but no one believes that but me.
i don’t remember what my point was
in writing that paragraph but there was totally something. i’ve been manually canceling the automatic capitalization on my phone lately and i’m not sure if that’s a result of my “i could have been a great scholar” inferiority complex or a legitimate preference
all i know is i probably need more blackstrap rum before it gets dark or i’m never gonna finish this email
and said my mind while I lived,
“downshift to purgatory,”
and I thanked it and I
Hello I am purgatory,