skimble-shanks-the-railway-cat:
Sleeping like shit is soooo cool because the next day you get to feel like you have a disease
We really do need to bring back the word “trolling” and warning ppl not to feed the trolls
That TikTok of ppl pouring tomato sauce directly on the counter, adding spaghetti & mixing it with their hands while commenting how great of an idea it is? Yeah, we used to call that trolling, it’s pathetic & bc all they want from it is attention, the best thing is not to give them any. Block & move on.
I keep seeing it on here too. Someone comments something outrageous on a post & gets dozens of ppl to respond, filling the entire comment section & making it unusable. And on Instagram, a comment saying “I hate colors” on a post of someone showing off colorful art gets 100 replies while positive comments get none. Congrats, you’ve fed the troll. Now stop doing it.
Trolling used to get you banned from forums. Now they call you an influencer and give you brand deals & ad revenue. That’s why it’s more important than ever not to feed the trolls, especially in spaces where any attention is good attention and getting yelled at by 10k ppl in the comments counts as “engagement”, boosting your troll post in the algorithm.
the obsession some people have with their ships being canonized…..who are you, the catholic church
Ghost who’s been insanely irritable, and everyone has noticed it. And it doesn’t take a fucking detective to figure out why— the ashtrays on base are noticeably empty. Gum wrappers strewn about. The freshness of his breath. Like a madman, he’s gone completely cold turkey in an attempt to quit smoking.
And he isn’t letting on as to why. It definitely has nothing to do with you, his pretty neighbor across the hall. The one that keeps bringing him meals and watering his sad little snake plant when he leaves.
It has nothing to do with the fact that he happened to see you using your inhaler the other day and it broke his damned heart— thinking about what it must be like when you catch him on your way out while he’s having a cig on the front steps, and you smile and wave at him anyways despite how he’s basically ruining your air.
And it has nothing to do with him fantasizing about being able to give you one of his hoodies to lounge in and sleep with. Or having you move into his flat. Or spending late nights out on the balcony with you.
It’s just that cigarettes are so expensive now. That’s it.
