Wishing I Could Put Everyone In My Pocket When I See Her In October

HAPPY THIRD BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST ALBUM OF THE 21st CENTURY

This album actually changed my life, I hope Hayden knows the extent to which people love this album.

this blog hates donald trump

i miss living in texas sometimes. i miss fishing. i miss sitting in empty lots at 3am crying and smoking my last 20$ away.

”my daughter is fine”

your daughter dreams of a middle-aged woman taking advantage of her and using her whatever way she wants to and then praising her for being a good girl

Now that arcane is over im seriously starting to doubt its “inclusion”

Mel being the disposable black girlfriend

Sky existing solely for the development of a white man (viktor)

Ekko and sevika both dedicating their lives to the betterment of zaun and getting absolutely 0 recognition and instead being favored for the white girl that didn’t even want the position (jinx)

Ekko having no personal development outside of jinx (white girl) and his only real purpose in arcane being to save the day and never being mentioned again

Silco being an antisemitic stereotype

Sevika being called an ogre by a white girl?????

Now that I’m actually looking at this shit, it kinda sucks. And when you consider the fact that the whole p/z conflict was thrown out the fucking window with the “both sides are bad” p.o.v + the fact that the whole reason the p/z conflict exists in the first place is because of ship angst, it feels like they never cared about any of it. The inclusion, the commentary, the mindfulness, it was all fake. Like damn. They really dont give a shit and never did. Its all just racism in pretty packaging :/

Ethel Cain is for the weird ones. The ones that feel out of place, like they're not entirely human. Ethel Cain is for those who were cast out by their peers, made to feel cringe. Ethel Cain is for the lost souls, the sacraficial lambs. Ethel Cain is for those who have those perverse thoughts that would otherwise be morbid to others.

sevika: again with the eye, okay, you want me to call your mother?

kids: no!!

sevika: works every time haha they're scared to death of her- ah!

you: call me for what?

sevika: oh! hi, my love

I was an angel

But they made me leave

palms start to sweat, by the way i'm grippin' my nine