rachel . late 20s . she/her/any?? ................................................................................ i'm just chasing the high from club penguin
listening to fleetwood mac is like. i don’t know this song but let’s give it a shot. oh wait i do know this song. i’ve heard it a million times and always liked it, i just didn’t know the name. on some level i kind of assumed that song was just an ambient part of the world the way the sound of the wind or birdsong in the trees was but apparently it’s by fleetwood mac. neat.
“It’s a d a n g e r o u s business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing w h e r e you might be swept off to.”
Jackie! No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! No! No, Jackie! Wake up! No! Jackie, wake up! No! No, Jackie, wake up. No! No. No! Jackie! No.
YELLOWJACKETS: 103. The Dollhouse ➙ 110. Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
The worst invention of late stage capitalism is the screen on the gas pump that plays video ads at you. The best invention of late stage capitalism is the coke freestyle machine.
my dad always says “it’s not trespassing if you’re not planning to do anything bad” which as a legal argument wouldn’t get far but as a moral prerogative is completely sound
I think if a studio exec says they want to force you to starve to death so you’ll be made to accept garbage wages, you should crush them in a hydraulic press incredibly slowly
Like the fact that rich people have gotten to the point where they think they can just be like “oh yeah I’m literally trying to kill you” without fear of repercussions is beyond infuriating. They need to know what it feels like to be beaten to death by hammers.