My name is Rachel and I'm a sarcastic asshole. Let's be friends.


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genderedboy:

"Why do you want this job?"

Because under capitalism I am forced to sell my labor in order to subsist.


"When people stop writing, it’s one of two things - they are either really fucking happy or broken beyond repair."



I would give anything for someone to tell me that they are proud of me. Just once.