Gigawatt 🏴‍☠️🏳️‍🌈

Life is too short to feed yourself into the woodchipper that is the "successful" life. Have a heart, talk about art.

A meme of Shaquille "Shaq" O'Neal, reading: "I owe you an apology. I wasn't really familiar with your game." - Shaq, to Christian Wood after his 27-point performance vs. The Spurs

Casually reading about Chopin's (at times, rather tumultuous) love life, did not know he was such a real one.

I am appreciated again, and worse yet, understood. This cuts deeper than any knife, my heart has been torn to ribbons.

Waiting for the weather to turn so I can dress like this nonstop again

This is me btw

A meme of a very smug looking Humpty Dumpty sitting on a wall and smoking a cigar, captioned: "Ooh I'm KILLING MYSELF"

Posting about this entire situation, destroying any and all plausible deniability I might have had

Liking the profile (I think) of somebody I already know IRL and already have the hots for

I support Woke 2.0, but if it doesn't come with the complete end of capitalism, you're just putting a band-aid on a gangrened stump

The "Vern" to whom Ernest P. Worrell is speaking is Werner Herzog

A picture of Garfield (an orange cat with black stripes) holding a book and looking, rather smugly, into the camera

Says here it's Monday again 😒☕️

Forgive me, I've gone rather quite girl crazy lately. I increasingly appreciate the way that women make me feel like a caveman, in a good way.

Sorry folks, I know it ain't proper hommunist practice, but I'm the worst kind of wrecker: a disaster bisexual.

"Last night was a movie" my ass, last night was Soundtracks for the Blind

ceej @ceej.online ME: I'm restaurant-pilled. I'm fully ketchuped up. I'm frenchfrymaxxing. FIRST DATE: Okay. Sure, this place is pretty good. ME: (under my breath) I'm The Burger Enjoyer. June 27, 2024 at 2:08 PM

the heart @Fredward3948576 [driving] my astigmatism shows me the light of angels in every street lamp and headlight. *sees your red brake lights ahead of me* but the Devil remains nearby, *starts to speed up* I am the Sword of God 3:52 PM • 1/6/25

a lifted gmc whatever the fuck truck adorned in a palestine vinyl wrap and flags and such. hello kitty. things of that nature

while visiting a friend i witnessed this truck. the back read "REDNECKS SUPPORT PALESTINE" and the israel flag has a big red cancel with "FUCK ZIONISM" under it. incredible.

Rod Serling is probably the coolest guy of the 20th century. Looked cool, sounded cool, fought Nazis, hated John Wayne, wrote the screenplay for Planet of the Apes. Honestly dunks all the hell over any male influencer guy.

SPAY ME FOR THE DOORET.

"Why so queerious?" - The Woker (the woke Joker)

Edited screenshot of symphony of the night, where Richter confronts Dracula at the beginning of the game Dracula is saying "you can't even drink blood any more, because of wokeness"

in the 80’s you could be a weasely little poindexter dweeb and still be wildly famous, because of your new wave band. that is not possible anymore. it has been taken from us

Bram Stoker’s White Chicks

It's valid to tell people "I have plans" if your plans are to sit on your couch. That's a type of plans

Mark Mothersbaugh is the man who taught nerds that it was ok to do cocaine

Fun thing to think about very briefly: who currently has better lawyers, the United States or Nintendo

I spend most days dressing like a demobilised Russian paratrooper btw

I feel, as Werner Herzog does, that if I am to be remembered long beyond my time, it shall mainly be as a poet.

I think the forgoing or open condemnation of empathy does for a person as the employment of hard power does for states. It betrays a deep weakness and inflexibility, an inability to communicate. It is indicative of decline, dissolution, and death.

One wants to work on something to draw out the distinctions between recognition, identification, and representation, since they are very clearly not commutable in any sense, and each imposes (or has imposed upon it) differing sets of material and social relations upon people.

Now, admittedly, this may be from my dipping my toes (however gently!) back into Lyotard, but I am becoming increasingly certain this will be a very Lyotardian century ahead of us, whatever the hell that means.