I Watched Child’s Play Yesterday

I finished this at exactly 4:20am after doing a 8 hour painting to destress. Please enjoy.

Tbh as a bi woman I don’t need reminders that I’m “valid.” I know I’m bi, I’m not pretending, I know I’m “valid.” I don’t need reminders that I’m just as oppressed as the gays because that’s not true or helpful to anyone.

As a bi woman I need reminders that I’m not inherently more likely to cheat on a partner, that my capacity to love women isn’t lesser purely because I can find men attractive, that I’m not pretending to be a lesbian just because I like to dress a certain way or because I only want to date women, that I’m not deliberately misleading people about my orientation by being me, that I’m not destined to end up with a man purely because I could, that I’m not going to change my mind when I say that my ideal future is a reasonably sized house with a garden big enough for my wife and I to have a greenhouse and some chickens

That’s the kind of bi positivity I and other bi women need, not the empty uwu~ validation that seems to be everywhere

being interested in serial killers and their motives and what drove them to kill but understanding that they were awful people who did awful things and not normalizing/romanticizing them

romanticizing/being attracted to/admiring/shipping serial killers

its so crazy that some people dont like their brown eyes….. u puppy eyed bitch…. u better appreciate them….. golden hazel in the sun….. dark void ass eyes….. brown eyes lookin like the soil after the morning rain…… i lov u all u beautiful people… brown eyes r everything

There are Five Valid Occupations in this world:

1. Jaded, washed up private detective

2. Master thief

3. Cowboy

4. Feral Mad Scientist

5. Polar Explorer Overdosing on Hubris

Loving how as soon as electricity was like, a Thing, people just went "you can make toast with this" and started working on electric toasters but they didn't quite have the whole heating element thing down so there was a not insignificant chance of it just exploding

Art by Boris Groh

there’s a chinese exchange student in my composition class and we were being presented something about how you can use brackets to signify translation and there was chinese text on the screen and the prof said to him “what does that say?” and he deadpanned “i can’t speak chinese” and everyone sat there in dumbfounded silence and then the presenter clicked to show that the text literally said “i can’t speak chinese” with the most shit-eating grin on his face