OP Turned Off Reblogs So This Is My Post Now. Behold, The "Objective Quality Vs. Degree Of Ferality"

Ossimoro

when you grow up being excluded, ostracised and alienated by your peers and/or society at large for reasons that are maybe not entirely apparent to you (or the people doing it to you for that matter), you internalise this vague sense of Being Other to such a degree that it becomes an integral part of you, one that you cannot separate yourself from anymore, and that inevitably leads to you being stuck in always either devaluing yourself or others. because if you are so irrevocably different from Them (and all they ever did was make you feel lesser than) it must be that either they are right and you are exceptional in your worthlessness OR they are wrong and you are exceptional in your superiority – and if you can't prove the latter, it must the former. that is why self-loathing and arrogance are actually often siblings, they constitute a dichotomy of distinctness, born from necessity, but nonetheless harmful and limiting. if you want to heal you will have to set yourself free from the idea of some inherent difference in value between you and everyone else in the world. you should have never been made to feel that there was one in the first place

okay i'm locking these in early i know what's gonna happen i'm calling it now

WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT

i’ve noticed that a fair amount of Luis enjoyers are either lesbians or trans dudes. i don’t know what this means but i find it amusing.

this is so fucking funny, trapped in the past on a lifeboat of humanity and Malcolm Reed could not get a partner for the life of him. His vibes are that rancid. I'm so sorry Malcolm, do better.

One quiet day on the farm, the Little Red Hen found some wheat seeds and decided to make bread.

"Who will help me plant these seeds?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Horse "But I'm a workhorse, and I'm too busy moving carts around."

And so the Little Red Hen planted the seeds by herself. And they grew into bountiful golden crops.

"Who will help me harvest the wheat?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Dog "But I'm a guarddog, and I'm too busy keeping away burglars and predators."

And so the Little Red Hen harvested the wheat herself and made it into flour.

"Who will help me bake the flour?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Pig "But I'm a mother of 5 newborn piglets, and I'm too busy taking care of my young."

And so the Little Red Hen baked the bread herself into twenty beautiful loaves.

"Who will help me eat the bread?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"We would." said the Farm Animals. "But we're ashamed, for we didn't do anything to make the bread."

"Nonsense!" said the Little Red Hen. "You, Horse, helped move around the stones that built my oven. You, Dog, kept me safe while I worked. And you, Pig, are raising a new generation of Farm Animals, who will too contribute to our Farm one day. You've all helped me so much by simply being you."

"Besides," the Little Red Hen added. "I couldn't possibly eat all the loaves on my own, most of them would go to waste. Come, eat with me."

And so the Little Red Hen and the Farm Animals ate the bread together. And all saw their own, and each other's, worth.

her: you better not be a bug in a rug when i get there

my snug ass:

He do a little dance!