AHEEM AHEEM WHIMPER SAD PATHETIC BEAST.

hello skinny internet user. there is a bomb strapped to your chest. in front of you is fanart of a fat character. compliment them without using the words "soft", "huggable", or "cuddly". you have 30 minutes. if you fail to acknowledge fat people as actual human beings and not living teddy bears you will be blown up. the clock is ticking.

I was tasked with a job

i think there are some people who say ‘it’s okay to like [xyz thing], but you should critically examine why you like it’, but what they actually mean by that is that your critical examination should lead you to very specific, negative conclusions. a lot of times, an answer along the lines of ‘i have critically examined my taste for [xyz thing], and i’ve come to the conclusion that it’s okay’ is treated as unacceptable.

I'm going to *remembers suicide is often not a desire for death itself but rather an attempt to radically change one's life because the current state of being has become unbearable but the person can't think of any way to change it other than death* kill myself

Yeah I’m an influencer *influences you to kill, maim and destroy*

evil wizard how do i use tumblr im new

believe everything you see unless you disagree with it; in that case, misinterpret it in a way that no logical person could have predicted and accuse the op of being a fascist. this applies double to children’s cartoons. good luck 💖✨

thank god anything at all useful is being torn down and made illegal so that the computer can just be a box you turn on to watch ads for fake phone games

i know im autistic as hell but my god i hate you empty conversation i hate you words losing your their meaning i hate you aestheticized morality/political justice

had a dream that started out kind of sexy and for a number of irrelevant dream-state reasons involved my having to explain to a partner that i didn't want to suck on his titties. i think it was supposed to turn into an anxiety dream about having to negotiate sexual boundaries but instead he smiled and, very sympathetic, told me "of course - i know you're a freudian, i'm sorry that didn't occur to me," sort of saying he should have remembered how i felt about oral fixations, and then the rest of the dream was me trying with increasing desperation to convince him that i was not a freudian and he just laughed and laughed, like i was being sort of foolish and silly, and said he knew how i really felt, and didn't my unconscious mind reveal the truth about me, and so on. and by then i was so distressed that i was yelling at him in the dream - not that i actually fully realized i was dreaming - and shouted "dream interpretation is a crock of shit!" with such force that it woke me up.