and buy a fire extinguisher, then check that too. an apartment i lived in burned down bc of a cooking fire someone could’ve easily stopped

i honestly feel like i look fairly okay with a mustache but this is just too far

“negative progress” is just kinda insidious like that. you don’t get a trophy, just an absence of something. it’s hard to feel proud of and easy to forget. you can spend all day every day smoking cigarettes, but once you quit, you basically never think about it, save some trigger here and there

i burnt part of my dinner last night but i hardly think that’s national news

all while traditional media is selling itself out. who and what can we even trust anymore? did anything happen if we weren’t there to see it with our own eyes? we need verifiable sources of truth, but can independent journalists alone save us?

this is just every call center I’ve ever worked at but nicer

it’s wild the reactions of everyone in the comments bc soooooo many of the people you’ve talked to in call centers, even in the US, work in conditions exactly like this while also being micromanaged to hell and back, getting screamed at and abused all day long for not enough money to live on

i’m keeping them afloat with all my late fees

i will never be able to taste a wooly mammoth, and that hurts my soul

and like, fuck all that rich people shit. i wanna know what all the forgotten masses of humans were eating all the way back to the earliest flickers of civilization. i feel disconnected from the entirety of humanity pre-industry. if i can just taste what they did, maybe i can know them better

this is a binacle hate account

instant potatoes in general are just really cool