“Something On Your Mind, Dear? [...] Is This About You And Me?”

I had a red dot on the palm of my hand for over a year, near the left-hand fate line. I wondered for a while if I gave myself a tattoo of error when my grader's pen met an open wound without my notice. I thought cancer, then shrugged it off until the dot turned black, and sick, I poked at it with tweezers.

When I was twelve or so, I fell off my bike. After an agonizing hour of first aid, everyone was sure all the gravel was gone but me.

Vindication. The last piece of my childhood driveway worked its way up, cell by cell, and made its way to the surface.

Update! Luigi's Attorney Dickey confirms that his "outburst" where he tells the cameras that this is unjust, was because he was never read his miranda rights and was under the impression at that time that he was being denied the right to a fair trial, an attorney, or any legal representation.

He is angry and terrified in that footage because they have failed to follow basic procedure to inform him that he has any rights at all. This is a major red flag of police corruption. This is UNACCEPTABLE and further means any interrogation they did of him is unlawful, and inadmissible in court.

the city where we live doesn't allow public barbecues so my brother fucking welded a grill to a handcart and now hosts "chill and grill sessions" where he sends all his friends his live location so they can hunt him down on their bikes with sausages in their backpacks while he carts it around evading the police like some sort of barbecue vigilante, grilling on the run. i have never been prouder of him

Apparently boomer Democrats are having meltdowns over a gen-z progressive who is primarying an 80 year old Democrat because she "went on trans podcasts" and wore a Charizard kigurumi

From a few artists doing good shit. These prints are available for free download here. Spread them far and wide.

i started a new depression medication a week ago that also doubles as an adhd medication and i’ve been so productive??? i forgot how productive i can be when my brain makes the right chemicals. i’ve completed several projects. i finally finished cleaning out the last remnants of my depression room which id shoved into a corner. i scrubbed my entire bathroom clean. i’m less scared to converse with strangers online bc im less scared of somehow talking wrong. im putting art on my walls. i stacked all my plushies up on my bed to inspire more joy. the pull chain light in my closet has had a broken string ever since i moved in 2-3 years ago and i just realized i could fix it instead of living with it and now it’s a pretty sage green ribbon with a rabbit’s foot at the end. i fixed the light. i feel like god. i can do anything. i’m so incredibly medicated. the world is a beautiful place and it’s worth saving.

@audiohno

send this to your ex with no context

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the mask is slipping