“I,” Said A Voice—“I Am Desire. In Greece I Am Revered, And There I Am Aphrodite. In Italy I

Someone in an autism facebook group I'm in just asked "How am I supposed to earn enough to make a living without burning out?"

Someone replied: "You're not. Even neurotypicals can't right now in the system designed for them. We're the canaries in the coalmine. When we start failing, they know something is wrong."

Ain't my circus but I would know my monkeys anywhere.

not to shame on the Beholder-aligned people in here, but i want you all to remember that when i share some kind of eerily specific or surprisingly insightful piece of information with you, i speak directly from experience. i never Just Know Things™. i fucked around and found out

I love how these are from an Unreality subreddit but to my eye they just read like regular Tumblr shitposts. Did we cross-pollinate or something

my dad, trying to explain the concept of money to me: say you have a sandwich, and i need your sandwich. but i don't have anything to give you. you're not just gonna give it to me.

me: i would just give it to you.

my dad:

The psychiatrist diagnosed me with divine madness

Lots of thoughts recently. Everything feels plastic.

I could go on and on about why all that AI "art" is bad. I could mention theft, lack of creativity, it's impact on the work field and environment, but countless people have already said all that. I wanted to touch on something that to me is the most utterly wrong about all of it.

Art is more than just something pretty to look at or listen to. It's therapeutic. It's a form of communication. A tool for human connection. It's a pure, human need.

Support real artists ☀️

can we like…get rid of the so-called leather and rubber “pride flags” ? it’s honestly ridiculous and offensive to the lgbtq community. those aren’t pride flags. 

"I'm a top, I'm a bottom" okay well I'm on the Internet posing as a little girl, I'm tryna lure evil into my world. I tell him that I'm curious, and I'm only 12. Mom and dad are gone for the day, I'm by myself..Buckets of throw up are next to my computer, hoping that they show up cause what I'm boutta do to em would make the devil sick, I sharpen my blade, fronting to this perv like I'm only in the 7th grade. The doorbell rings, I gotta get him inside. In my best little girl voice, I'm like "Hi! Come on in, I'm putting on my bikini!" And when the door shuts, that's when Iet him see me. "Hi there." I stab him in the neck first, cause it hurts, hit em where the blood squirts. carve his whole face off and make him eat it. Chain him up by his foot in the basement, bleeding.

Your honor hes so silly