A Möbius strip walks into a bar, sobbing.
The bartender asks, “What’s wrong, buddy?” The Möbius strip replies, “Where do I even begin?”
“safe edgy” “safe horny” your house safe empty because i stole all your money
A Möbius strip walks into a bar, sobbing.
The bartender asks, “What’s wrong, buddy?” The Möbius strip replies, “Where do I even begin?”
"The less you eat, drink and buy books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorise, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save – the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor rust will devour – your capital. The less you are, the less you express your own life, the more you have, i.e., the greater is your alienated life, the greater is the store of your estranged being." -Karl Marx, Economic and Philosophical Manuscripts of 1844
“The thing about money is, we can always make more, so let’s go out to eat tonight!” —My dad, after being laid-off, working odd and probably demeaning jobs so we could have dinner.
“Ah, baby, I want to buy this for you, it’s not like I can take the money with me when I go.” —My mom, when she bought me new clothes while I was between jobs.
“There’ll always be a job out there you can work, but we’d prefer you happy instead.” —Both my parents on jobs (“I can always get ya a job ditch diggin! They’ll always need ditch diggers. Hard work, but no college necessary. I can talk to the Hall.”—My proud, union dad, enthused, three seconds later.)
“It doesn’t matter what they do with the money after you give it to them. Drugs, beer, it doesn’t matter, maybe that’s what they need? How do you know?” —My dad on giving money to the homeless.
“Nah, we’ll never make any money, my husband has morals.” —My mom’s friend, fondly reflecting on the fact her lawyer husband isn’t working for a big money firm.
“Don’t worry! I’ve got this!” My equally poor friend buying me dinner when my debt card declined.
“I know we didn’t have furniture in the living room when you were growing up, but—ha!—remember Balloon Ball?” —My dad reflecting on the made up, mock-volleyball game we’d play in the open living room, using balloons. He had used electrical tape to make the court.
“I’m sorry we could never take you anywhere greater growing up,” —My mom, reflecting on our “stay-cations.” (“Why?” I asked, reflecting on all our trips to the park, zoo, public swimming pools, libraries, free theater, two dollar movie days, and her and my dad right there with me and my brothers.)
Bring poor is hard and it’s not right that it happens, but I prefer it to the hustle because at the very least, poor taught me what love is and I won’t let a shitty job deny me that.
i love being a pirate. i was a pirate since day 1. i was born with a pirated copy of mario 64 in my baby hands.
we’re brothers
alright here’s some tumblr lore:
Back In The Day(TM) when Homestuck was in its prime on tumblr, there was a popular pixel artist called feastings. They made massive amounts of edits of Homestuck characters as cute little pixels in a variety of different outfits

These spread like wildfire in the Homestuck fandom, and we all started making “pixel families”, where we’d assign a friend/mutual as one of these characters, put the pixel(s) in our descriptions or on a blog page, and then link the image to the person’s blog. It was also fun to use hover text to describe which of our friends was Which character. or maybe a silly anecdote or two
These pixels became so popular that you’d be VERY hard pressed to find a Homestuck who hadn’t seen one before. And then, they became popular even OUTSIDE of Homestuck, because people would take the pixels and use them as a base to make edits of other characters
And That’s The Story! and now I get to feel old as balls TwT
I’m gonna do this now lol
literally no dermatologist on earth says acne is caused by bad hygeine/lack of a skincare routine btw. its genetic. every single piece of research ever done on acne says its genetic. feel like i need to restate this every time i see a post about skincare
a few years ago i made an identical post to this and someone tagged it with “yeah ive known this from personal experience. because i once spent an entire summer not bathing and the only water that ever touched my face was from public pools yet i never once had any acne” and every single time i see someone talking up their skincare routine this info forces its way back into my brain
dont be a fucking dumbass on this post btw im serious. actually read academic papers on acne dont fucking post correlation is causation shit on this post. every person who has acne has a half dozen multi billion dollar industries constantly trying to convince them its secretly their fault against all published research as it stands. so don’t fucking help them
I wanna see what would happen if a 30 year old cis man who lifts only to prove that “He never peaked! He’s still the pride of the scungilisville highschool football team!” if he were to arm wrestle yuugi, his arm would pop off like a ken doll I think :3