the phrase ‘this is my first time being alive’ has done wonders for me recently. Yeah, I don’t know how to navigate this situation! It’s brand new to me and I’m learning on the fly, aren’t humans such wonderfully adaptive creatures?
[footage of the inside of an ordinary Eastern-European home, taken with a handheld phone camera, the man filming is walking from the living room to the back door of the house]
man, narrating in russian: Every fucking year, this time of the year, the pond at my backyard gets infested. What do ponds get infested with? Frogs? Poisonous weeds? Geese? No. Not my pond.
[The man opens the back door, stepping out into a garden. Three or four nude, human-like figures dash from the borders of a pond back into the water.]
man: Rusalki! I don’t know where they come from or how they get here, and I can’t afford to hire an exterminator every year. I can’t let my cat outside anymore. Last year a rusalka managed to drown a whole deer in my pond, the stench was unbearable.
[He walks as he speaks, approaching the pond. There are several eerily beautiful female beings peering at him from under the surface, their long hair floating in the murky water. Their eyes are gleaming in an unhuman way. The man holding the camera stops to film them.]
man, calm and deadpan: What the fuck are all of you staring at. Get jobs or something.
[One of the rusalki, smaller than the others and clearly not a fully matured adult, slowly reaches out of the water with her white, thin hand, grasping his ankle. He appears unconcerned.]
man: You can’t drown me, you little idiot. You’re too small. Shoo!
[A loud thud startles the rusalki, making them scatter. A second thud makes it clear these are the approaching footsteps of something massive. The man turns around and points the camera at what appears to be a house, walking past above the treeline with chicken-like legs]
man, now yelling: IF YOUR HOUSE SHITS ON MY YARD AGAIN I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD-
shout out to all the bitches NOT having gay sex this pride month
so many people are too stupid to understand the concept of a joke here . also allo ppl stop being saying ‘not ace i just have no rizz’ can aspec ppl have one thing about us pls.
Im ace and have no rizz, luckily I want almost none
shout out to all the bitches NOT having gay sex this pride month
so many people are too stupid to understand the concept of a joke here . also allo ppl stop being saying ‘not ace i just have no rizz’ can aspec ppl have one thing about us pls.
Im ace and have no rizz, luckily I want almost none
[footage of the inside of an ordinary Eastern-European home, taken with a handheld phone camera, the man filming is walking from the living room to the back door of the house]
man, narrating in russian: Every fucking year, this time of the year, the pond at my backyard gets infested. What do ponds get infested with? Frogs? Poisonous weeds? Geese? No. Not my pond.
[The man opens the back door, stepping out into a garden. Three or four nude, human-like figures dash from the borders of a pond back into the water.]
man: Rusalki! I don’t know where they come from or how they get here, and I can’t afford to hire an exterminator every year. I can’t let my cat outside anymore. Last year a rusalka managed to drown a whole deer in my pond, the stench was unbearable.
[He walks as he speaks, approaching the pond. There are several eerily beautiful female beings peering at him from under the surface, their long hair floating in the murky water. Their eyes are gleaming in an unhuman way. The man holding the camera stops to film them.]
man, calm and deadpan: What the fuck are all of you staring at. Get jobs or something.
[One of the rusalki, smaller than the others and clearly not a fully matured adult, slowly reaches out of the water with her white, thin hand, grasping his ankle. He appears unconcerned.]
man: You can’t drown me, you little idiot. You’re too small. Shoo!
[A loud thud startles the rusalki, making them scatter. A second thud makes it clear these are the approaching footsteps of something massive. The man turns around and points the camera at what appears to be a house, walking past above the treeline with chicken-like legs]
man, now yelling: IF YOUR HOUSE SHITS ON MY YARD AGAIN I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD-
i dont care about validity i care about my civil rights
“can you be trans without dysphoria” “can you be an aromantic lesbian” “can bisexuals only date one gender” i literally do not care. in what states and countries are we protected from discrimination.
It is half full of salt water and in the saltwater is 100 crabs, and 1 octopus. There is a low probability that one crab has a key, and a high probability that the octopus has a key.
Now to get out of the chamber you will have to be friends with Cuddles. Whether Cuddles is a crab or an octopus is for you to figure out.
nobody warns you this but addiction happens without you noticing and one of the first things that it attacks is your ability to care. if you find yourself using recreational drugs every day, stop and take one day a week sober. if you struggle with this or if you don’t see the point of the exercise, you are likely already addicted and you need help.
nobody ever taught me the warning signs for drug addiction, only that “it costs lots of money and destroys your life!!!1” which is not helpful if you can’t recognize a developing addiction in yourself.
so here’s some things to watch out for with recreational drug use:
planning your day around drugs e.g “i’ll give myself an extra half hour before heading out so i can get high first”
rapidly switching emotions around drugs. you love them but you hate that you love them so much. you hate the way you feel on them but you hate being sober. feeling guilty after using even when you didn’t give a crap beforehand.
caring less about spending money. if you are budgeting for drugs like they are food, you are likely prioritizing them more than is healthy.
getting high to do household chores and other unpleasant things because it would suck less and be more bearable on drugs
feeling anxious or restless while sober, not knowing what to do with oneself, feeling lost or ungrounded.
thinking about doing drugs constantly even while sober. maybe it’s the first thing you think of when you wake up. maybe when you’re bored or otherwise have free time, drugs are one of the first things you can think of to occupy yourself with.
going to work or school while under the influence, especially if it happens regularly and if you’re seeing your performance suffer as a result.
the idea of taking a ‘tolerance break’ sounds good to you until it’s actually break time, at which point you can come up with 20 very reasonable sounding points to explain why it wouldn’t benefit you actually and you should just keep doing drugs regardless.
even if you succeed at quitting the drug, you keep your dealer’s number on your phone “just in case”
you pretend to be sober when you aren’t. you worry about other people noticing how much time you spend high. you make efforts to hide your drug use or minimize how much other people think you’re using. you’re scared of other people’s judgement if they were to find out.
you have mood swings laced with self-hatred, regret, financial worries, and guilt. these mood swings are then very quickly wiped away by feelings of “but it doesn’t matter, i can do what i want, and clearly i’m doing just fine while using drugs frequently”. news flash, if you are rapidly switching between feeling numb-ok and hating yourself more than anything because of your drug use, you are mentally ill.
yes this applies to weed. weed is a drug and you can get addicted to it like any other substance. addiction is not the same as physical dependence; it is psychological and it can happen to anyone. you are not immune to addiction.
Many of these also apply to process addictions such as Gambling Addiction.
ten years ago you were so scared of such different things, but you survived them anyway. the same goes for five years ago and two years ago. everything that has ever felt like a hurdle, you’ve passed through. so be afraid, identify your fears, and then allow yourself to remember that in just a little while, this will be another thing that you have overcome.
nothing is permanent and you can overcome everything. give yourself credit for all you did and remember about your strength. give yourself breaks ofc, but don’t give up. there are also great beautiful joys ahead just for you to enjoy and not only scary things you need to pass through.
FINALLY finished Leshy in his dress. For some reason I lost motivation halfway through and then was reminded that I like dual lighting, and I guess that motivated me to finish it.
I love when Tumblr has random funny bullshit videos without any description like this and I just have to trust either that my mutuals wouldn’t put unfunny things on my dash or that I’ve made good decisions on who to follow
Sharing the original video because nothing could prepare me for the offical sketch the police department sent.
I was dissassociating in my english class and somehow thought that a new meme was taking overused memes with text labels and just slapping joe biden in the corner labeled as joe biden. Like this:
perfecting my tumblr filtered content list by adding the word “the” to block 99.99999% of posts on this website and never have to see any discourse ever again
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(pro tip! if some posts slip by add extra filters like the letters “e”, “t”, and “a”!)
I wish not having friends wasn’t seen as such a loser, weirdo, and lame thing. I wish having a lack of emotion and empathy wasn’t seen as creepy or cruel. I wish being aplatonic and not having platonic attraction or being aromantic and not having romantic attraction wasn’t seen as some undesirable thing.
I’m not a robot. I’m not boring and uninteresting. I just experience the world around us much differently to you. I’ve seen things you couldn’t even dream of. I’ve experienced things you wouldn’t wish on anybody.
So I work at trader joes and as some of you may know TJS sells Israeli goods. Breads, cheeses, snacks, wine, etc. Wellllll recently there’s been a big crackdown on lots of stuff especially individual expression. They took down our whiteboards and made it so that we aren’t allowed to write on anything. We usually have chalk board lockers we can personalize and those have been replaced with sterile lockers we cannot personalize. We are also no longer allowed to wear bandanas because they have been used to make “political statements.” I’m assuming they’re referring to keffiyeh. I’m assuming this comes specifically from corporate trying to choke back and keep us from talking about Palestine.
I don’t have much to say or any call to action other than maybe contact your trader joes or trader joes corporate and let them know how you feel about the sale of Israeli goods in their stores. Maybe also complain about how miserable your local trader joes employees seem as well. This company is always pretending to be so hippy dippy progressive but it’s all for show. Don’t fall for it.
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