my partner doesn’t understand 99% of technology or the internet but i’ve let him use my instagram a couple times and all that’s really come of it is he’s now obsessed with a specific dog i follow and asks about him like he’s a guy we know
i spent $32 on this fucking bowl at the moma and at first i felt bad buying it bc it was so expensive but ive had a terrible day today and every time i look at my lil bowl im like :o) you know what. i can get through anything with this bowl by my side
i literally get what marie kondo was talking about now
bc everyone keeps requesting to see it filled :)
I don’t know how long I’ve been here. Time seems to pass differently. But the place is cozy and private so I have no complaints. And whenever I’m hungry, I go outside with my bowl and walk down the hill to the shore. Sometimes the lake is made of soup. Sometimes it’s huge pasta noodles the size of barges. Sometimes it’s breakfast cereal. Sometimes it’s dumplings the size of great whales. I dip my little bowl and take a portion and carry it back up to the house.
Today I found a new bowl! In its center is a little hill with a little house. I will carry it down to the shore and fill it up, and whomever lives in that little house can have a tiny portion of my meal. I hope they have a nice bowl to put it in..
underrated type of friendship is just sending each other things related to current fixations or special interests. hi we haven’t talked a real convo in months but i love you here is a picture of a crab i know you love an image of a crab. hi we’ve never had a conversation but i see you posting a lot of new video game, and i dont go to new video game, but this seems like a funny shitpost and i love you. such specific things remind me of you and i am sharing it with you and i love you.
“no matter how badly you think you’re doing it, someone else has done it a lot worse and been fine” is applicable to a wide, wide range of things and i say it to myself all the time
“bigger idiots than me have done it” is a phrase I live by
I’m Diné (Navajo) and in high school I was put in some kind of group for native kids. It was run by a white woman who told us that if we were ever in class and feeling overwhelmed, we had permission to just up and leave class to go wander around outside and reconnect with nature. We all took advantage of this regularly
the implication she thought you were like, forest fairies that had to periodically connect with nature to regain your strength is the most racist but also kinda funny thing I ever heard
I spent ages in a fandom where a popular side character had the same first name as me, and it drove me nuts - I couldn’t even read fics that included the character. It got me thinking…
Can you read a book in which a prominent character shares your first name?
For me, my name is fairly uncommon, so it doesn’t come up often, but when it does… oh boy. I’m solidly in the nope nope nope category. I don’t even know why it throws me so bad, but it totally does.
we all have that ONE friend who HATES being hit over the head with a metal pipe😂 and cries PLEASE DONT HIT ME WITH A METAL PIPE MY SKULL IS FRACTURED during METAL PIPE NITE😭😭😭😭💀💀💀💀💀😂🤣
last night I had a dream that I met Bill and Ted, and I complimented Bills crop top and said something about how I would wear crop tops if my body was less bogus and he put a hand on my shoulder and said “what’s truly bogus is the way you think about yourself” and Ted nodded solemnly and then I woke up
Depictions of autistic characters in media almost always fall into the “insanely rude but somehow tolerated” -type, or more rarely into the “innocently pure sweet cinnamon roll who’s oblivious about everything uwu”-cathegory, but I think it would be great to have a character somewhere who is very clearly on the spectrum, and also this dude fucks. Like, a lot. You start out assuming that this guy’s remarks about how much he regularly gets laid are some sort of a self-deprecating, sarcastic joke, but as the story goes on and you get to know the characters better, it becomes evident that not only are women drawn to him everywhere he goes, clearly the ladies also keep coming back for seconds.
And when someone wonders how in the fuck does he do that when he literally can’t look people in the eyes he just goes “they are enthralled by my pure animal energy and unfathomble autism” and isn’t joking. And when asked why nobody else has managed to replicate that he just goes “skill issue.” And throws out the note that a woman just handed to him - with her number clearly written on it - right in front of her because talking to two people at once is overwhelming and he is not in the mood for that now.
he’d be on here with a lana del rey profile pic and if it didnt say like 48 in his bio he’d just be instinguishable from any other type of tumblr mutual and he’d come on here every day posting like “still havent fucked that old man” and we’d be like nooo 😭 dont give up king 🥺
Just a reminder that Vincent van Gogh did not eat yellow paint to make himself feel happy, he ate paint, and drank different chemicals because he was suicidal and this is why he was not allowed in his studio while having breakdowns. He also did not paint starry night and his other great works because he was depressed, he painted most of them while he was in recovery and demonstrated his hopefulness and love of the world through this. Most of his great works were painted from his room at a hospital. Van Gogh’s depression should not be glorified. His hope and effort toward a better life, as well as his recovery from depression should be glorified.
youknow when kittens meow and their eyes get a bit smaller cos theur faces r so little they cant have their mouth and eyes all the way open at the same time I think about it so muxh
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