Suns Out. Flowers Are Blooming. Birds Are Chirping. Yaoi Shit Is Happening To Me. Maybe It'll All Be

these buttons from the dying party city go so hard

Pre-menstrual depression is always depicted as like "He He! I had a box of icecream bars and cried while watching the Titanic!" But in reality, it's more like, "I'm standing the edge of an abyss. There is nothing good inside of me, I'm filled with rage and desperation."

It's crazy that being told how to deal with that is never a part of anyone's menstrual sex education.

New death myth: the bus that carries you to the great beyond

new favorite tweet

oh yes it's that time of year again

she’s right

Never underestimate how emotionally attached you can get to a good pair of boots. A good pair of boots will start feeling like your wife after a while. If you're really normal about it

If I was a mage in the dungeon meshi universe, I'd figure out how to enchant living paintings and then commission some artists to paint me a bunch of pictures of magnificent feasts. Then I'd rent out a gallery space and charge entry to my Magical Food Hall, where you can eat as much of anything you want and not experience any of the consequences. Think of the possibilities. I'm not just talking about calories and weight loss here. I'd have a painting of a bakery where gluten-free people can gorge themselves on bread and cakes and then leap out of the painting before the vomiting sets in. I'd have an ice cream parlor for the lactose intolerant. One painting is just called "The Allergen Feast" and is a table laden with things like nuts, soy products, shellfish, etc. I'd have a painting of a county fair with the most insane types of fried food imaginable. I'm planning an expansion, but first I gotta consult some religious experts to see if eating imaginary painted food that isn't kosher/halal is technically against the rules or not.

Chappell Roan’s music truly makes me experience a joy and a self confidence I didn’t know was possible!

It’s as if all the shame and self hatred melts away for a moment, and I’m just overjoyed and filled with pride about my queerness

As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'

I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'