this knowledge is, like… bleak. but i also think it serves as a positive reminder that mental illness, while being an intrinsic part of you, does not singularly and negatively define you

unless yr min-maxxing mental illness on approximately my dad’s level

lotta folks tattling on their own spiritual weaknesses today…

what are we DOING here?

he feared for his thumbs, which happens to the best and the rest of us alike. but we also aren’t letting folks film and publish our lowest moments without even a little bit of inspirational messaging!!

…WHAT.

you missed a LOT of side content. congrats on seeing more of the culture this time around!

my digestive system doesn’t have enough time to slurp the calories out of white rice, AND I THINK IT’S SIMULTANEOUSLY ABLE TO JUICE A ADDERALL DRY???? what the fuck. why am i a dipshit at THIS level

i eat a waffle the same way i eat a map: i follow the lines god drew onto the fuckin thing

comparing an incredible, homemade cranberry sauce to that canned shit is like comparing apples and world of warcraft: you can probably find an angle for comparison here, but these are two wholly-different creatures

oh, how delightful!

but ain’t it just like that type of guy’s son to get DEEPLY-INVESTED in improv comedy? going down that path but becoming a succeedson instead of a failson is kinda the twist in this classic story

we really DID lose a sophisticated flavor of hubris when reagan buckled in and… if you squint hard enough to pierce yr own eyelids, bridged the wealth gap. bret easton ellis really do be out here worrying about what we’re all gonna DO to him when we find out he pays more income tax than bezos

this is exactly what i have to say to all of the cats (2019) haters