Dancing To The Loss Of Your Own Childhood Is The Best Feeling. Like Rip To Past Me But I’m Different.

cant recommend this enough but if youre able you should go on walks every day. like fuck weather fuck circumstance uust go outside. got rained on today and it was blissful. even just sit outside get fucked up by crazy ass wind youll never forget how small you are and rememebr everything matters

self proclaimed leftists with entire graduate degrees on twitter not understanding that tourism in places like latin america and the caribbean is a form of neocolonialism even in places where the national economy is dependent on it. just because the government is making money off of ur lil excursions and hotel stays doesn’t mean regular citizens are, especially in your fave ‘tropical getaway spots’. the fact that sandals wanted to build an entire resort in tobago where my family lives might sound great for the economy or whatever until you realize that they would’ve closed off several acres of land and made it inaccessible to non-tourists which is fucking insane thing to even propose on such a small island. like i’m sorry but do you really think my family is grateful when you crackers come to visit during the winter?? do you really think your presence adds value to their lives?? when the govt invests money in ports but not paving the fucking roads anywhere that’s not downtown/vacation home territory?? you white losers need to put down ur marx for like half a sec and pick up a small place by jamaica kincaid. ​like lol if you wanna be a tourist be a tourist but don’t fucking act like anyone who refers to it as a contemporary form of colonialism is doing too much. ESPECIALLY when this sentiment is legit coming directly from the people living in the getaways you love to visit. i genuinely don’t understand how y’all can grasp the “there is no ethical consumption under capitalism” shit but can’t understand this.

big fan of repetition in poetry. like hell yeah say that shit again

I am SHORT and GAY and ANNOYING, and this means I sit on EVERYTHING, and NOTHING can stop me

apples and cinnamon truly were made for each other... eternal lovers

sorrry for the misinformation. i’m still fucked up. love isn’t healing but it makes the sickness more bearable.

im basically normal if you really dont think about it

Turdus aficionados of Costa Rica please know I love your national bird but this is objectively hilarious

Drunkenness is adjacent to holiness