OFMD is like such a gay person fantasy like you spend your whole life as some silly little guy who gets mocked at every turn for everything you love and then all of a sudden this really hot person shows up like “YOOO, this shits cool as hell!!” and also they’re madly in love with you.
on the one hand there are many aspects of academia that should be criticized but on the other hand i’m concerned about the rise of anti-intellectualism as a tool of fascism
Hey yo what the fuck does this say in English? Because if you can’t explain in layman’s terms you’re not doing a good job of getting your point across to everyone.
every post of a tiktok video: 12,746 reblogs, 45,094 likes
yes but the experience of occassionally seeing a curated-by-my-homies tiktok vid on my dash is so violently different from the endless stream of scrolling through algorithmic video content. i crave variety. what is my social media experience without walls of text interrupted randomly by videos of ducks and pictures of weird vegan brownies.
ESFP’s are the life of the party. We never got a choice. We’ve been trained since birth to be both perfect hosts and frivolous entertainers. Only able to feel truly alive for the sole cause of celebration. I’ve known no place to rest my head but the dance floor. I subsist on party favors, punch, and cake. I clothe myself in spare streamers and party hats.
Listen. I wouldn’t just fuck an alien. I’d take an alien out on a date, to their favorite restaurant. I’d marathon an aliens favorite show with them. I’d spoon an alien every night. I’d bring an alien little random tokens and gifts to remind them of my affection. I’d help an alien work through their emotional issues and family baggage. I’d adopt a shelter pet with an alien and raise him as our very own son. I’d grow old with an alien, every blissful year of our union reminding us of how much we cherish each other. I’d make love to an alien.
