saw an ant on the bus today, what a horrible fate. moved an unfathomable distance from everything you’ve ever known because of forces you could never possibly understand. no matter how long you follow the pheromone trail you laid you’ll never find your way home.
taught my dog the word ‘yucky’ in association to grossness so if he’s chewing on something weird I run up to him and yell “YUCKY” and he gives me this look
“you don’t like the proliferation of terms like Unalive outside of TikTok because you realize that you’re aging out of youth culture and it makes you uncomfortable!”
no I don’t like it because there’s something INCREDIBLY dystopian about being forced to soften terms for basic parts of the human experience like death and sex (and even more so terms for oppressed minorities- call me a “le-dollar sign-bian” and I will bite you) purely because advertisers and corporations demand it
