Yeah I’m An Influencer *influences You To Kill, Maim And Destroy*

i love r/seattle subreddit . this is fucking crazy please read this please please please

diet culture people make me feel like i’m going crazy. you want me to take an experimental pill that destroys my appetite?? you want me to remove part of my stomach??? you want me to stop eating bread and rice, two of the staple foods most inherent to humanity????? why exactly? because my stomach is big? because you don’t like the way i look, and you think it’s reasonable to tell me to carve pieces off of myself and try random drugs and ruin my own life so i can look more visually pleasing to you? and you somehow don’t see how absurdly cruel and selfish that is to ask of somebody???? while pretending you care about their HEALTH????????????????? FUCK YOU!!!!

Fun history facts: One of the 31 people arrested at Stonewall on June 28th 1969 was American folk singer Dave Van Ronk, who was not at the Stonewall Inn at the time and was cis & straight as far as I'm aware. He'd been eating dinner at a nearby restaurant when he noticed a riot happening, said "Well I suppose I should go see what the fuss is about," stepped outside, and immediately started throwing bricks at the cops.

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.

IF YOU EVER FELT. ALONE. IF YOU EVER FELT. REJECTED. IF YOU EVER FELT CONFUSED. IF YOU EVER FELT LOST. IF YOU EVER FELT ANXIOUS. IF YOU EVER FELT WRONG. IF YOU EVER FELT WRONGED. IF YOU EVER FELT UNCLEAN. IF YOU EVER FELT ANGRY. IF YOU EVER FELT ASHAMED. IF YOU EVER FELT CURIOUS. IF YOU EVER FELT USED. BE PREPARED TO FEEL REVENGE. FEEL THE ROMANCE. MY BRUTAL ROMANCE. MY BEAUTIFUL ROMANCE. MY MISERABLE ROMANCE. MY X RATED ROMANCE. MY HARLEQUIN ROMANCE. MY INNOCENT ROMANCE. MY. CHEMICAL. ROMANCE.

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself lying in a familiar ballpit

an everskies fit i made because i need a place to archive them other than my poor camera roll

THEY WERE TELLING THE TRUTH