whenever the female enters political propaganda as a figure she must always be erotiziced and she must be a slut, a succubus, a sexy seductress. no humanity is given to her.
There are photos in my phone that erode my trust and loosen my tether, I call them the mood destructors and they serve no purpose other than to shoot shrapnel directly into my brain upon contact
I think there’s something deeply wrong with the way I resent having a job. I know it’s fine morally to not want to be coerced to work for survival, but most people have the ability to suck it up. But I am haunted by the reality of my one life on this planet being owned by others.
guy at work complimented my pigtails and said “they’re called handlebars when ur an adult ;)”
and I was like ohhh that’s cool
bc i genuinely believed it was just a silly fun fact . didn’t realize it was a sex joke until I got home hours later .