Understars 🌌 @Blinxbat@pixie.town

random office worker or official: *looks at the sun* dude I looked at the sun

girls online: you fucking fool. how embarrassing for you. do you have any brain cells left. do you even value your eyes? this is so indicative of the kinds of behavior of the privileged capitalist class, the perceived immunity to any form of harm that could come your way because you're protected by a system that will care for you should ill effects ever—

me: *looks at the sun* dude I looked at the sun

girls online: omg babe.... it's okay sweetie, oh sweetheart, oh babe.... oh dear, you're so pretty and right all the time... shh it's okay, just rest your eyes, go ahead and lay your head in my lap.... ...can I smell you btw

You are legally obligated to appreciate me (a bat) and any other bats you know today uwu

gold morning :) *turns you into a pillar of precious metals*

highly compatible women thousands of miles away piloting you remotely, controlling your every move with a jack directly into your brain stem that feeds you cute, sweet romantic yuri and images of incredible gender

Homestuck

*discovering empathy*
"So I hear there's this weird supernatural ability that lets you know what others are feeling"

i love installing files

weather report: it's bright and holy out there and deliverance is upon us this morning. one thousand angels bearing one thousand blades descend from the heavens. the sky splits open to the sound of chorus and trumpeting. expect light showers in the northeast and winds of 10-15 mph today. visibility is fair

life would be so much simpler if I were a sardine

girl who's too warm 4 girl who's too cold

kobold psyop

yes, yes. it's rather barkworthy, if I do say so myself. truly rebarkable

gknot (girl knot)

going into the IV room like POWER SKILL: ASEPTIC TECHNIQUE - STERILE FIELD BANISHES 99% OF KNOWN FOES

man in mismatched attire stumbles into the train car, out of it, newspaper clutched in his hand, sags down in seat.

unkempt - intentional.
worn sneakers - clean.
slacks - serious.
windbreaker - relaxed, but only in the right places.

his disheveled figure immediately assumes the form of a statue of some classical philosopher and unfolds the crisp newspaper, studying it, wearing his new position like he'd been there all day. music spills upward from his pocket in measured drops. everything in coordination, from the polyester slacks to his fine, curly hair in a bouquet of loose twists.

against the bright plastic orange seats and the white and silver walls, the dark silhouette of the man in midnight blue minds his modern business between pages, imposing on none with his muted metro jazz.
#poetry