when i say i like hiking, i don’t mean “eight mile backpacking trip with special gear and an emergency beacon” sort of hiking, i mean a three mile loop to go look at pretty things and then a huge brunch after.
this is in no way a slam on hardcore hiking, it’s very fun, but i mostly just need to lower people’s expectations when i say hiking is a hobby of mine
sometimes making mutuals is like winning a homerotic fight in a pile of blood and broken teeth and sometimes its like holding our your hand for them to sniff
Heartbreaking: This person is making great points but they’re being a huge fucking asshole about it so you can’t reblog any of it
Heartbreaking: This person is making really great points but they’re also a huge piece of shit in a completely different way so you can’t reblog any of it
in a sick way i’m glad the iof is posting these shitty ‘thirst traps’ on twitter because they’re showing their whole ass in doing that. it’s s blatantly desperate and inarguably morally reprehensible and it’s palpable how bad they’re losing the propaganda war.
This shit.
They picked the whitest of the white to do this photo op.
They’re fully armed and sending out threats and still play like they’re the subjugated ones???
i love when dvd players hold out a little tray and you put the disc on it. it’s like you’re placing it into its little hand. hate the dvd players that make you push the disc into its mouth and then it swallows it obediently
run-on sentences aren’t real btw, that’s a lie made up by loser control freaks who feel the need to stifle my reading speed with stop signs (a.k.a. “.”); but i’m a woman of yield signs (,) and rolling stops (;) <- i accidentally made a pussy
Put you clothes back on we aren’t having sex I lied to get you in here. Yeah no I’m outlining all the mechs lore to you. And then we’re listening to everything yhey have on spotify. And then we’re watching all the live performances. Stop trying the door you can’t unlock it
I feel like it would be useful if people conceived of causing emotional harm to others more through the lens of being the emotional equivalent to stepping on someone’s foot. Like obviously you can step on someone’s foot deliberately and maliciously, but most of the time if someone tells you you stepped on their foot you’re going to go “oh sorry I didn’t realise!” and stop doing it and try not to do it again. Getting caught up in how it makes you feel to be Someone Capable of Stepping on Others’ Feet would be a transparently self indulgent distraction from the other person’s pain, but also like… that’s just a status you hold by virtue of being human. Never ever ever stepping on someone’s foot is not really achievable, and therefore is not necessary to being a Good Person: what matters is that you do not step on others’ feet deliberately, and – most importantly – that you react kindly and calmly to any inadvertent foot-stepping you have been doing being brought to your attention, so that you can make best use of it as something that will help you reduce the amount of foot-stepping you will do in the future.
What’s funny is that this was actually the exact metaphorical framing that social justice Tumblr adopted ten years ago or so; but back then, the logic progressed from “You still need to apologize for stepping on someone’s foot, regardless of intention” (true) to “intention doesn’t matter” (umm…) to “therefore stepping on someone’s foot by accident is exactly as bad as intentionally stepping on someone’s foot and you’re a terrible person if you do it!” (No!) Anyway, I find it interesting that we’re now using the foot-stepping metaphor to explain the absolute futility of framing this in “terrible person” terms (and I approve)
the man who owns and runs the thai restaurant in my town knows me by name. he is one of the kindest and most thoughtful men i know. i started ordering from his place back in january, which was when i got my fibromyalgia diagnosis. back then i was using a walker, had limited mobility in my entire body but especially my hands, and was very visibly in pain. i always ordered the same thing: yellow curry with no meat, potatoes and carrots only (i have texture and other dietary issues). he always made it a point to make sure i could get out the door and carry the food safely. he had his workers package the food so that it was easier for me to open. as i kept coming back and i told him a little bit about my health status, he would always encourage me to keep going. he told me about how the spices he used were good for inflammation and began to edit the recipe just for me so that spices that were even better for fighting inflammation were used. he’d give me extra portions and despite the fact that i would tip every time, i realized later that he never charged my card for them. as time went on and my condition began to get better, he would make encouraging remarks and tell me how happy he was for me. the day i came in without my walker, he practically jumped for joy, and despite my insistence, he gave me my meal for free that day. i continue to make progress with my conditions and i continue to go to the thai place. this man who does not know me personally and who i hardly know anything about is one of my favorite people. it’s interactions with humans like these that make loving life easier. and his curry really does help my chronic condition. it’s comfort food taken to the next level.
A fucked up anime girl, with blood splattered on her face. But get this. She’s so fucked up that she’s smiling and happy about it. That’s the kind of person I am.
having thoughts about a media that my friends aren’t into and thus would need the context of to understand my- AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAH NOT THE HAWK WOUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
the support for ukraine always felt preformative, saccharine, and liberal, but especially now. all the celebrities, bands, musicians, actors, and talk show hosts showing their support for ukraine are silent now. where are the palestinian flags in windows? where is the news coverage? the slogans? the outrage? supporting ukraine gets you approval. supporting palestine gets you fired. it was all fake to begin with. it leaves me feeling bitter and sick. I don’t know how I can ever forgive the world
i get referred to as a purse dog a lot for an adult man but as much as i would like to deny this and say im a large scary dog i think that just reaffirms my purse dog status
