Michael A Davenport, 3,090 Degrees Fahrenheit (Oil On Canvas, 2025)

so true, tell my four month old

Franz Kafka, 1912

Daily schedule:

Wake up on the problematic side of the bed

Eat a harmful breakfast

Log onto tumblr and reblog posts from abusive mutuals

Attend narcissistic classes

Watch an irredeemable movie

Listen to offensive music

Eat a cancelled dinner

Go to sleep derogatorily

Have dreams that will have aged poorly by the time I wake up

my favorite coworker told me the scenario she thinks of to fall asleep is she stumbles upon a baby sheep and has to raise it and it grows up and she has to shear it and she says she envisions shearing it so carefully that she always falls asleep at that part

this is the world ive brought my child into, what are we to do? but support them wholeheartedly

kids these days are resorting, due to the lack of third spaces, to an activity known as fishwindowing, which is when you go to your local big box supermarket and map out the blind spots in the surveillance cameras so you can come back later with a comically oversized trench coat and ask for the biggest whole fish that the deli section will give you, and then you shoplift it to take it home and freeze it. when it's fully frozen solid, you take it to the home of one of your local congressional representatives while they're on vacation and chuck it through the window so they come home to a broken window and a rotting mess of fish. which is of course a crime but what can you do? what is this world or our society coming to? we used to have values