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This is the cool part of my day. The rest of it is an quaking anxiety jello that I can’t get out of because no matter what you do, you’re either making yourself dead(er) or showing yourself for a total fool.
you know it’s easy to be all “its the circle of life” when you’re the king of the pride lands. but what’s that poor zebra thinking when it’s dying ?
check your privilege, mufasa
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in a cave googling Ranciere and avoiding my phone after 8 hours of work. seriously considering going to the Family Fun community concert down the street because what the fuck is my life. i don’t want to go to birthday parties; i don’t want to go to shows.
only turning my phone back on if the world collectively agrees to message me killer freud quotes AND/OR compliments re: my butt.
Kill me bye.
Cool news: unless I find a handsome late 30 something to have sex with who will also let me camp in his nice apartment, I renounce my life and its imports.
“Dear God, if you make me independently wealthy today or tomorrow, I will stop being such a cunt, thx.”
