
I look forward to the day when every single person who voted for Reagan is dead in the ground. He literally fucked every single thing up and then gaslight several generations into thinking he made things better

I look forward to the day when every single person who voted for Reagan is dead in the ground. He literally fucked every single thing up and then gaslight several generations into thinking he made things better
there’s obviously a lot of nuance to to this conversation, but I feel like the way that people nowadays talk about friendships is so cold and devoid of love or empathy. like you aren’t allowed to complain or be sad, ur burdening ur friends with ur problems, helping someone through a hard time is ‘emotional labour’ and ‘you don’t owe anyone anything’ and I’m just thinking what does friendship even mean to you then? like honestly? people say ‘I’m not your therapist’ as if therapy is the answer to everything. what a sad world where a paid clinician is the only person you’re allowed to be emotionally vulnerable with. this ultra individualistic mindset leads to everyone feeling alone and isolated and we’ve lost all concept of community and support systems
y'all are worried about a surveillance state all while filming strangers in public for clicks and clout... baby you ARE the surveillance state!
these two houses that share a backyard but you have to drive almost 20 minutes to get from one to the other is why i hate florida
KINGDOM HEARTS ↳ HOLLOW BASTION ▸ Worlds Artworks #14-2/2
COWBOY BEBOP [ KNOCKIN’ ON HEAVEN’S DOOR ] I have no fear of death. It just means dreaming in silence. A dream that lasts for eternity.
This is a slam poem.
Okay but
Most effective pesticide: Philadelphians
Sabía que piedra ganaba siempre
war is hell
Unmute !
The king of syncopation
Ooooh he’s some kind of witch
I've had enough of society being catered to morning people.. it's time for everything to be pushed back like two hours
A Very Small Dog, Jamie Wyeth (1980)
people with headaches and people whose tummy hurt should kiss
my parents did this and now I live in misery
you ever have just like, a really bad idea
anyways if you like bad things here’s a postcard
fleeting feelings, late summer paintings
(a little print of the arcade painting is available at heartslob.com <3)