if I wrote a dystopian novel where the corrupt evil megacorporation that controls society has a fucking smirk for a logo, my editor would tell me to use a less heavy-handed metaphor
just remembered last summer when one of our old lady neighbors realized i was on testosterone and asked me if i liked cars and when i said no she was like “oh haha you will”
Police dispersed a protest shortly into the night, then forced all journalists to surrender and consent to photographs of their faces, credentials, and IDs. Police also arrested marked medics for being present.
A local church opened to injured protestors the night before, and dozens of police responded by surrounding the church the following day.
I’m so sick of having to prove “usefulness”. Living things don’t exist for you. A species of ugly inedible bug living under a rock has as much right to keep existing as a pretty deer.
if i don’t periodically remind myself that there are a LOT of other ppl in their 20s who currently do nothing at all but lie in bed and type on various different screens all day then i start having heart palpitations
I can’t stand elon musk’s simp army like okay maybe they could idk pay for a concerted clean up effort with those billions of dollars they have? You can’t just destroy this planet to get to other ones lol. source