If the fracturing of our once stable climate doesn’t terrify you, then you don’t fully understand it. The reality is that, as far as we know, and in the natural course of events, our world has never — in its entire history — heated up as rapidly as it is doing now.
The bottom line is that many things in life are scary or worrying, from going to the dentist to noticing a potential sign of cancer, but ignoring them almost invariably results in something far worse happening down the line.
uh, dont look at it? idk what to tell you. You probably spend most of your time doing things that happen to not be looking at a light switch. So just imagine doing that for like a year and a half whenever in a particular room
never make a suicide joke again. yes this includes “i wanna die” as a figure of speech. swear off of it. actually make an effort to change how you think about things.
find something to compliment someone for at least 4 times a day. notice the little things about the world that make you happy, and use that to make other people happy.
talk to people. initiate conversation as often as you possibly can. keep your mind busy and you wont have to worry anymore
picture the bad intrusive thoughts in youe head as an edgy 13 year old and tell them to go be emo somewhere else
if someone makes you feel bad most of the time, stop talking to them. making yourself hang out with people who drain you is self harm. stop it.
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That’s some pretty good advice. I don’t know what’s left of my humor after ‘guess I’ll just die’ jokes but it’s worth a shot.
Personally i went from “guess I’ll die” jokes to “IF I HAVE TO BE HERE FOR 5 MORE MINUTES I PROMISE YOU I WILL BUY JUST, AN ARRAY OF CLOTHES.” and other wild hyperbolic stuff. Just replace the death part with something ridiculous and off topic. Its very entertaining
This also works with calling myself things like stupid, worthless, trash, etc. Even if you do this jokingly to yourself, your brain still believes it, and keeps up the cycle. Seriously, I found that when I stopped saying these things about myself, even jokingly, it made a massive difference.
Here’s a tip I picked up from a friend that’s helped me a lot — replace self deprecating jokes with ironically self aggrandizing jokes
Like every time I trip and fall, instead of saying “l’m just a disaster human” I say “I’m the epitome of grace and beauty”
Or like, when I draw a picture I’m not 100% happy with, instead of saying “my art is trash” I say something like “you know I think it’s time we replaced the Mona Lisa”
When you do that you get to make a joke, but you’re ALSO getting practice building yourself up, y’know?
And eventually it becomes a reflex and you get so used to it that you can say nice stuff about yourself even when you AREN’T joking
This is so important
That self-aggrandizing technique is no joke.
I replaced “I’m stupid” with “I’m a God damn genius.” “Move over newton” “another masterpiece”
I replaced “gross/ disgusting” with “sexy/attractive” “the hight of elegance”
I replaced “I suck/ that sucked/ this is bad” with “fantastic”, “a lovely time”, “ swell/jolly good”
Replace every negative with a positive. Say it so sarcastically. Make it complicated make it entertaining have fun with it.
It will stop your self deprecating and build confidence. And people are more easygoing around you.
one of my greatest pet peeves in fiction, and it is truly stupid I know, is that no one seems to understand how genuinely hard it is to kill someone via stabbing. stab wounds have a mortality rate of like 5%. especially abdominal stabbing. tv shows and movies show dudes getting stabbed one time in the lower abdomen with a tiny knife and then they fall over. like what did he die of precisely. that man died of Small Knife
the knife was discreetly laced with a point blank gunshot to the head
i learned about Tim Wong who successfully and singlehandedly repopulated the rare California Pipevine Swallowtail butterfly in San Francisco. In the past few years, he’s cultivated more than 200 pipevine plants (their only food source) and gives thousands of caterpillars to his local Botanical Garden (x)
Sometimes, people are really great.
This is also an example of picking One Thing and putting most of your Better The World efforts there. We have so many different important issues to care about and act toward, and it’s tempting to try and do a Little for Many Things - and I’m not saying that little bits of effort don’t add up! They do. But often you’ll make a bigger impact (and possibly have less compassion/activist fatigue) if you direct the majority of your efforts toward one or two things.
Dungeon meshi ep 1 to 16: yeah I can see why people interpret Laios as autistic. He’s kinda goofy and awkward and gets super passionate when talking about monsters and sometimes says the wrong thing…..
So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)
“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it
I had HORRIBLE handwriting my entire childhood. Consistently got failing grades on homework and tests because no one could read my writing.
And then I hit middle school. I saw the “popular girls” getting praised for their stupid cutesy heart over the I writing. I saw people I could run mental circles around without breaking a sweat getting good grades, because the teacher could read their writing easier.
So I started copying it.
And wouldn’t you know, my grades improved!
But of course, if you know me, you already know….there’s no WAY I was gonna stop there. Oh no.
As a ADHD/Autistic, I did what any self respecting nerd introvert would do- I hit the library. And I researched. The evolution of the written language, the evolution of alphabets and writing styles from Ancient Greece all the way through the Spencerian movement.
And I fell into calligraphy. I hyperfocused.
And over the course of a year, developed my own cursive hand (going from never writing in cursive) that was a loose blend of Palmer, Spencerian, Chaucurian and 16th century Italian italics, with a lot of acender and defender flourishes.
I handed in homework in 15th century German High Gothic blackletter.
I did reports in 17th century italics.
And my teachers went from hating me for my horrible, illegible handwriting, to loving the sudden shift to legible bubble letters, to hating me again because they couldn’t read my writing again, but for a different reason.
Only now, they didn’t really have a good reason to be mad, because if they admitted to not being able to read Chaucerian font, they’d be admitting that they couldn’t comprehend someone performing at a level of education and familiarity with the written language far above their own skill set (yes I had one teacher actually admit that to me in 8th grade. I genuinely respected her for it and picked a font that was easier to read than blackletter for her class).
And so began my descent into the rabbit hole of medieval illumination and calligraphy.
And so now, 25 years later, I do stuff like this:
(The bottom image has my celtic art business logo for Art of the Ancients; im on Instagram, but haven’t updated in a long while because I’ve been busy with other projects and there wasn’t a heck of a lot of interest. I still do commissions though)
Bob Ross once said, “A talent is just a skill you’re willing to practice.” I heard that, ran with it, and never looked back.
a bottom-tier autistic experience is being told throughout your entire childhood that you are just an overthinker when it comes to social situations and later finding out that your friends did, in fact, hate being around you and tried to communicate that through weird little hints
This is the opposite of those “oddly satisfying images”
it’s funny and all but it’s also an example of how corporations will cheat people in every single possible way they are legally able to get away with if there isn’t any system of regulation to protect consumers.
This is the opposite of those “oddly satisfying images”
it’s funny and all but it’s also an example of how corporations will cheat people in every single possible way they are legally able to get away with if there isn’t any system of regulation to protect consumers.
a bottom-tier autistic experience is being told throughout your entire childhood that you are just an overthinker when it comes to social situations and later finding out that your friends did, in fact, hate being around you and tried to communicate that through weird little hints
They made a city out of angels recently. Skyscrapers of wings strung together with sinew, apartments of very strong yet hollow bones, there’s even a giant heart in the sewer to keep everything flowing, etc. You can rent a penthouse in Michael’s cranium
sometimes im like “wow holy shit im being really fucking annoying. i should stop talking” and then i pull out my magic 8 ball and it says “youve always been annoying and your friends chose to talk you anyways. youll be fine” and im like wow thanks magic 8 ball. and then the ogre attacks me
its so difficult to draw anatomy. and objects. and backgrounds. and clothing. and colors. and lighting. i honestly dont know how i ever managed to draw anything in my entire life
a bottom-tier autistic experience is being told throughout your entire childhood that you are just an overthinker when it comes to social situations and later finding out that your friends did, in fact, hate being around you and tried to communicate that through weird little hints
How I sleep knowing I’m pissing off all the Disney bootlickers by pirating:
Oh no! What a terrible thing to do, this information should’t be spread by reblogging it, that’s for sure.
Oh no, i reblogged it!
damn my finger slipped
oops
i uh tripped-?
Uh oh, I fell up the stairs on to my comfy bed where I accidentally hit reblog after typing this entire message!
You can tell that that bebe person is genZ or alpha, because melenials learned how to do this shit without getting the E-clap when we were 10. (I suppose they could be a boomer, but the language doesn’t feel right.)
im gonna reblog this with an unfun fact: 1 divided in thirds is actually 0.333 repeating, on into infinity. a line of not-quite-thirds-of-a-percent getting ever smaller, forever. multiply that endless line by three and you get a different size of endless line: 0.999 repeating.
and unfortunately 0.999 repeating equals 1. it’s not close to 1, it is the same thing as 1.
this is because the difference between 0.999… and 1, is a fraction that gets infinitely smaller for as long as you zoom in. they’re the same number. the difference between them is infinitely small. you will never be able to reach the final sum of how much smaller the fraction is from the whole integer and therefore it’s mathematically not there.
where is that 0…001? it’s at the end of infinity. it’s nowhere. therefore, it isn’t.
Which makes this a great metaphor! Slice up your cake (integer) into several pieces (decimal representations) and just a little bit, an infinitely small crumb, is left stuck to the knife (number system by which we attempt to concretely represent abstract concepts).
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