From The Bottom Of My Heart: Just Because Something Makes You Uncomfortable Doesn't Mean It Shouldn't

i want to [remembers suicide jokes are bad for your mental health] be in the middle of a gunfight, in the center of a restaurant

You ever fake it til u make it at a job and got cozy for years and then realized u played urself bc now ur unemployable ass has two skills 1) using extremely niche software from 2001 and 2) gossiping with ur boss.

I really like winnie the pooh, Can you draw winnie the pooh pleaseeeeee

the secret to life is always having something to look forward to

let's say hypothetically your loved one developed a serious illness and you lived in absolute poverty, there are no jobs around that could feasibly pay for their treatments, then somebody rolls into town and offered you a single payment of all the money you'd need to save their life in exchange for supplying a tiger to them. Would you do it?

or perhaps all of this is happening to your friend or relative while you're out patrolling the forest armed, knowing all of this beforehand would you shoot them dead to save a tiger, leaving their family even more destitute?

what if all this were happening to you but instead, some people roll into to town offering a steady paycheck that could treat your loved one and the job is to find and remove traps, help organize community education seminars, or set you up with the trade you've always been eyeing and covering startup costs for the business you and your friends constantly fantasize about running, leaving all of you sustainably self employed. Which offer would you rather take if both were equally available to you?

People seriously underestimate the long term effects of constant loneliness

"why are you so weird?" Idk, maybe because being completely isolated while growing up has destroyed my brain and now I'm nothing more than a human-mimicking creature that bases all of my actions on what I think is normal human behavior rather than just doing things naturally

Welcome to my art exhibit I took the extraordinarily dangerous and brave journey to follow a white photographer whose entire career is taking creepshots of random women in India, and then I took creepshots of him taking creepshots. You’ll notice in this one he’s hiding behind a tree like a little goblin so nobody notices. This is an interactive art piece btw I trapped him in a cage and at the end you all get to take a picture of him as a souvenir

i need pepple to understand that in the first place leather has always been made from the byproducts of butchering animals for meat, otherwise the skin is just tossed and unused. there were some companies farming for leather for a while, particuarly alligator leather, but those were not the norm. peta did so much harm in their campaigns against leather as a concept (its not unethical. yoi get the skin when an animal dies. thats why most leather clothes in the usa are cow leather, bc thats the biggest meat animal here) that its almost impossible to buy anything "leather" that isnt made of plastic that it so fragile and shitty that the very Thread Holding It Together rips the fibers apart. it will last for maybe a year two if youre lucky, and wont biodegrade and was made out of something that isnt naturally occurring in the first place and is one of the biggest causes of pollution globally

if i’m ever brutally murdered and everyone feels like they need to do something productive in my memory, all i want is for you to pass legislation banning LED headlights in my name. regardless of how irrelevant it is to my murder. it’s relevant to my heart.