Sorry boss can't make it today, it's beneath my dignity x

the most expensive part of transition is actually all the books

still have like $30 and a large pot of chili to my name. have been scraping by too long, help

"happy birthday" 11

INLAND EMPIRE - It's all gone now. You never became a poet or an entroponaut.

nowadays, the whale-fishery furnishes an asylum for many romantic, melancholy, and absent-minded young men

(trying to find the dialectic middle ground but have only been half paying attention) we should lay off on torturing AI until it’s smart enough to feel pain

AND I ONLY AM ESCAPED ALONE TO TELL THEE

BEING PAID,—what will compare with it?

Damn I thought girls loved living under constant threat of the most alcoholic parent in the district demanding they prove they have a vagina

Do you think unbending Clippy until he was a long piece of metal would be painful for him. Or do you think it would cause him to feel a great sense of relief

i know there are real things going on but we also gotta do something about putting avocado on BLTs and club sandwiches.

this is a 100% correct take. new media news is a value-add for marketing. its prime directive is to glue you to the screen. the endpoint of doomscrolling is staring passively at a glowing box, watching someone put one behind your ear through a camera as if it's not happening to you

this business of whaling has somehow come to be regarded among landsmen as a rather unpoetical and disreputable pursuit

we're so BACK

on comicfury i put a selection of little quotes at the beginning of the chapter. i think they'd feel out of place in the socmed thread version of the comic but here they are for posterity

Don’t expect any further rewards or handclaps. This is how normal people are all the time.

TRUE LOVE IS POSSIBLE ONLY IN THE NEXT WORLD -- FOR NEW PEOPLE. IT IS TOO LATE FOR US.

Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a cheesecake boat upon a cheesecake ocean

phantom THREAD💜

Who would think, then, that such fine ladies and gentlemen should regale themselves with an essence found in the inglorious bowels of a sick whale!

Girl

“That's 40 *cents*. Cents are a form of currency one hundred times smaller than the reál. I'm not even going to take this. Come back when you have 130 reál.” Isn't it... evil? The order of magnitude between what is asked of a person -- and what they have?

Bad Luck Brian / My Buddy Eric as site-specific phenomenon of displaced torment and torture-- perhaps the Omelas child is a Jungian artefact we fear to face head on?

ENDURANCE - It's time to wipe that decadent homo-sexual grin off your face.

bro you really need to play this horror game it's like mr rogers but he's evil and he says "have a bad day, shithead" and he chases after you with a knife. my favorite streamer played it and he said it was super scary what do you mean you've already seen porn of it on your timeline

i have raised about enough to cover current expenses. i would like if i can to ask if anyone can spot me a little more; my girlfriend has been suffering with hellish dyshphoria & actual injury (dislocated shoulders even) from not having worn a proper bra basically since she started transitioning

[guy about to pitch 'the history boys' to a movie exec] so Lets just come out and say what we were all thinking when we watched dead poets society: Why wasnt robin williams a pederast

such a man, however, was not of much practical use in the ship, especially as he refused to work except when he pleased

transitioning is not the last time you’ll have to claim ownership of your life. you will have to do so over and over again until it becomes tiring. but you will still have to do it.

for better or for worse, we two, for the time, were wedded

YOU - “I approve of this, very futuristic.” (Tap on the girls kissing.)

the proverbial evanescence of a thing writ in water, a wake

you are now to be apprised of the nature of the substance which so impregnably invests all that apparent effeminacy

THE HANGED MAN - Love did me in, brother Coppo. It was love all along...

*opens up your fridge and sees you have 2% milk* hey bro you need to charge your milk

have raised 0 so far

every time i watch a lynch film i do feel a bit like this

They are rubbing me down with an egg and butter mixture to make sure I achieve a nice crispy exterior today

i'm the guy who invented the spike traps that pop out of temple walls. i hate my job. every day my boss says "why haven't we killed any archeologists" and i say "they haven't invented that yet." they pay me in tomb juice. i hate tomb juice. honestly i might just start working on my big boulder idea

cat has decided that the loop of this electrical cord is for sitting in

maybe im a hater or a snob but some of you (a lot of you) could stand to piss your pants right now and not just a pair of jorts. too often i'll ask a girl what she's pissing in and she'll be like "oh i'm pissing my jorts" and like. piss a pair of slacks, girl.

if you are unwilling to take a trans cultural actor seriously because the publishing industry hasn't beaten you to it yet, you are going to form an idea of our culture better shaped by Dropout productions than the work, needs, and sentiments of living fucking creatures

this is not even a statement of like "actually my fire emblem hurt/comfort slop is equally as much a part of the literary canon as Ulysses", fuck that, it's that holding up external-facing commercial/cultural institutions as effective bellwethers of subcultural literary salience is toxic as fuck

"actual literature" being read as "has an ISBN, published by an actual imprint, eligible for sale to bookstores and libraries" is particularly violent in the context of trans lit; it makes space for every dribbling stupe who makes a master's thesis about Queering Low-Dose T into a book

they’re playing call me maybe at the grocery store rn if you want to come dance

Pagliacci goes to see Pagliacci. He's in the audience, but also on the stage. "Is this, fuck," he thinks. "Am I in a Lynch film right now. Am I in Mullholland Drive." Captured by confusion, horror, and strange, exultant sorrow, the clown must admit he is no longer depressed