I Hope Both Sides Of His Pillow Are Never Cold

Morning Cuddles 🎀🌈 & 🗝️

Norway nights in color

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There was a young man from Peru

Whose limericks stopped at line two

“is this character good or bad” “is this ship unproblematic or not” “is this arc deserving of redemption or not” girl…

Where have you buried all the children?

Hey, take it from someone creeping towards 40:

Ignore the fun police.

If you like it, order your steak well done. Get your bagel toasted with jam and butter. Put ice in your scotch and ketchup on your hotdog. Get red wine with fish and white with steak. Who cares?

If you want to, listen to pop music. Watch blockbuster popcorn flicks. Read dime store novels. Enjoy them.

Dye your hair or cut it off. Paint your fingernails blue. Wear whatever the fuck you want on your own time (ie, when not at a job or school or whatever where you can get penalized for breaking rules) as long as you aren’t like welding or shoveling snow.

Anyone who tries to tell you you’re wrong? Say “okay” and go back to what you were doing. You’re not hurting them by enjoying yourself or having things the way you like them.

There are no caveats or addendums to this. No “but what about x?” Nah. You’re allowed the things you like. You don’t have to justify your taste or apologize for it if it’s not hurting anyone.

And likewise, let other people live their lives. We’re all dead in the long run, so tend your own garden before you become fertilizer in it.

TRUTH. What you need is imagination, and you don’t need to go anywhere to use it.

Young Geniuses Program