Rage

Top 12 and not top 13? is this shade?

I feel like we have bigger fish to fry than NYC's mayor's wife's tweets from when she was 15 and living in the UAE.

This song hit 2013 tumblr like OxyContin arriving in rural white America

Yes. Oh yes. I need you all to know that this was at the peak of a mental crisis for me. I should have left sooner but I did not. It started with a DM. M27 said he could host for a quicky. No pics, hmm. I've gambled before. His Grindr bio said he was autistic. That's strange but I'll give him the benefit of the doubt - maybe he's just shy. I arrived at his apartment, and this man is, well... 6'5", hunched back, bald in his early 20s, with beady little brown eyes. Overweight, not handsome. But I was manic and thought I could power through. I didn't want to be rude. He opens the door and leads me in. The first thing I notice is that the apartment has a stench. I turn the corner - the kitchen is piled with dirty dishes. About 30 pill bottles sit on the table. I make a joke, but he assures me those are his mother's meds. Oh okay. LMAO. I find out "mother" is out for errands. My stomach churns but I must see what other horrors lie within. At this point I am no longer a mere participant - I am a spectator. My soul has left my body, and I have no choice but to observe what the universe is showing me. He leads me down a dim hallway and I hear the sound of cat litter crunch, crunch, crunching under my feet. Out of the corner of my eye I spot a guest bathroom. Within I spy a yellow stained toilet filled with actual ****. It is almost too much. But at this point I have to know if it gets worse. It did. I follow him to his bedroom. There is no bed. There is a bare, yellow and brown stained mattress on the floor, piles of books, an old television, and it is all surrounded by 3 full litter boxes. The smell was dizzying. A cat rubs against my leg as he starts to pull his pants down - and this was when I remembered I had somewhere to be! I pretty much ran out of his apartment and stopped at a local gas station to wash my hands and face in their sink. I receive a follow up DM from him as I am drying my hands. "will you be my boyfriend?". I still have to block new profiles to this day. This was years ago. He is a ghost that haunts my steps. But did I learn my lesson? hmmmmm

Yeah he's my white trash hawk tuah beer lover Husband with a dad bod diesel lawn mower

I do this at least once a week on LPSG

Frankie Grande MUST be stopped!

Tornados are one of my hyper-fixations and every April I can feel the tism microchip in my brain beeping for more storm season footage. They've always fascinated me and I am also terrified of them. I haven't seen one in person but I'd love to storm watch one day and witness them from afar. I live in an area with very mild weather but when we get the occasional thunderstorm I can't keep my eyes off the sky. I feel the same way about spiders, deeply and subconsciously afraid but unable to look away. Not sure why that is. But I get horny for it

Listening to the new leaked Mayhem instrumentals also Harlequin live is a career highlight. She was on FIRE

The sad thing is the usual suspects will eat this slop up and think it's the most clever writing of the year I feel bad that Taylor feels the need to leverage her infinite influence to knock another, much smaller, female artist down a peg. As if she isn't already at the top Millions of teen fans still won't equate to critical acclaim unfortunately for Mrs. Swift. I hope this album is better received than her last two efforts. Time will tell!

She kind of had to release Before I Skip and Hold my Bland to make way for Vanish Into You and The Least now that I think about it

I'm seeing her tonight and it's my first Gaga show since the Joanne World Tour. I'm getting emotional I'm so grateful for motherrrrrr

I'm genuinely stressed that someone could project something reallllllly vile up there. She would be blamed