Me, dressed as st. Agatha to my therapist: I mean I don’t even really know if I *need* therapy, you know what I mean?

You know, what asshole was it who was like “I’m going to make a medicine that’s pretty much the best thing for getting some sleep when you’ve got a cold but it’s going to taste like the unholy love child of wintergreen and licorice”?

I just want to wallow in pastel coloured nonsense forever

Happy Halloween! Also happy birthday to my giant extremely muscular infant, Tonka. He is two years old today.

I don’t like to travel, I like to sit quietly

You know I think my problem is sort of the opposite of that of the Gnostics

I find physical reality to be overall an irritating burden in many ways and have often wished deeply that I didn’t have to deal with the irritation of eating/sleeping/excreting so I could just read and be left alone and I need to learn to love what is physically real in order to function

Them: Communism only works on paper

thepeacockangel:

Me: I’m on it.

I saw someone on FB using a different version of this amazing meme I made so I just want to remind everyone that I’m the funny one and I invented this

I wonder how many anti-communists you could convince by arguing that capitalism is secretly communist and the only thing that’s not secretly communism is workplace democracy and the abolition of private property (changing the phrasing, of course)

Seeking Arrangement Tagline: Marx seeks Engles.