robotniks-announcement:

radicalgraff:

‘There are girls with dicks, guys with vaginas, and transphobes without teeth’

“It’s called a deadname cuz you’ll be dead if you call me it”-my nb friend from school

dogsrulepeopledrool:

Source

ladyshinga:

(source)

callmebliss:

Can haz snackytreat

notcaycepollard:

dualclock:

My cat, banging the cabnet door over and over and over: bang bang bang

Me: you will not earn what you desire by banging the cabinet door.

My cat: This is a test of wills, is it not? We shall see if your ability to put up with my incessant banging outlasts my eternal lust for snackie treats. Years of conditioning have hardened me for this purpose. bang bang bang

Me: ksst!

My cat, throwing herself to the ground like she’s been shot: Oh! Oh I have been assailed in my own home! Have mercy, have pity! Surely in the cruel darkness of your heart there is some mote of goodness that might stay your hand! Do not strike me, I pray you!

Me: ok

My cat, after waiting about 3 minutes: bang bang bang

rowantheexplorer:

I am so incredibly glad we finally moved on from “i can has”. Cats are clearly smart enough for advanced sentence structure and dumb enough to draw entirely incorrect conclusions about what they’re talking about.

abraxaswithaxes:

Glad to see we’re all in agreement that cats talk like disparaged victorian children

shydestinybread:

May i add the piece from artist Verbal Vomit

manicgoblinnightmarewoman:

Might I also add

cryoverkiltmilk:

The spiritual successor to Miette

froody:

Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*

My cat: Father is…evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.

awellrespectedcavetroll:

365 Days of Music :: Day 153

Jeff Rosenstock - No Dream

aneclecticmess:

“Music is perhaps the single most consistently good thing I’ve ever known. No matter what’s happening around you, if you can hear some music, you stand a chance.”

— Henry Rollins, LA Weekly blog (11.23.16)

tastefullyoffensive:

by Nathan W. Pyle

Track: I See Failure Artist: Antarctigo Vespucci Album: Leavin' La Vida Loca Plays:

crabmink:

When I get upset
when you try to help,
when I pretend I’m not feeling well so I don’t have to hang with your friends
in a crowded bar of idiots.
When I ask you what you really think and I freak out about everything.
When you try your best to clear my head but I sink a mile under the bed.

Is it all my fault or just most of it? My potential turns to worthlessness and you reach to pull me out of it but the weight just starts to suck you in. You say “it can’t be me, no not again. I’ll drown in the rain before this storm ends”
All the missteps flash inside my head and I’m wondering, oh…

Did I stay too long in your arms and the safety of your touch? Have I lost the will to fight these devils off?
Did I stay too long in your arms sheltered from the storm? Am I too detached from what you saved me from?

hostilehospitalbeds:

My faves being friends with each other is THE BEST

cantdiex:

cassieiwills:

i was amazing — chris farren