Saying “voting doesn’t matter” might reach your younger peers online but it certainly hasn’t reached Clangus Hargbarg who was part of the kkk in 1951 and still sends in his ballot. He hasn’t missed a one.
look at this loser. he looks like he moans when he wipes his asshole [remembers not to be homophobic] But he’s married to a woman [doesn’t want to sound too congratulatory] An ugly woman [doesn’t want to be misogynistic] With a great personality [doesn’t want to sound too congratulatory] Who moans when she wipes her asshole. [satisfied smirk]
so bc i am a Gross Dude my friends i and sometimes rate our burps and my coworker (who is a teen girl) burped in front of me once and i instinctively rated it
so now every time she burps she looks to me hopefully for a rating and bc she has delicate little baby burps i now have to create an entirely new Burp Rating System unique to her bc i rate anything below a 5 and she looks at me like this
99% of “mysterious disappearances” esp of people in their 20s who start acting weird for 48 hours and then vanish are not mysterious, thats just when a lot of reality-obliterating mental illness tends to kick in and it’s pretty easy to get a short circuit in your brain that makes you go family guy death pose in joshua tree national park. it’s not any less tragic, it’s just a documented phenomenon and not particularly predictable. its a big reason the medical advice is for people with a family history of schizophrenia to completely avoid weed and psychedelics. “people just go crazy sometimes” is a principle of human health that used to be a lot more accepted prior to the american midcentury and to a certain extent thats a healthier way to conceptualize and prepare for the risk, as opposed to the modern assertion that anyone acting weird is dangerous and broken forever.
you should have a rough outline of a plan for if any of your loved ones experiences psychosis, it really does happen a lot. UTIs can cause psychosis. taking drugs, even safe drugs, or prescription drugs, can cause psychosis. i was once prescribed a heavy regimen of vitamin D because i was deficient, but the doctor never told me to stop taking it, so i moved to california, stopped being deficient, and developed vitamin d toxicity with downstream hyperparathyroidism which triggered significant hypomania that was undetected and uncontrolled for yeeeeeeears. i just slowly got Weird and started making impulsive decisions based on slightly out-of-gamut beliefs. i drove cross country by myself to have a love affair. the love affair was real, the series of decisions leading to burning down my life in pursuit of it were based on not great brain function however. etc. you see what i mean. churchill mentioned depression being the “black dog who stalks us” (one reason for Churchgrim’s multi-referential name) but theres another, stealthier dog called Insanity and it’s closer to some people than others but man it sneaks up on you. every time i see one of those “guy gets weird and drives into the wilderness forever” missing persons stories i think “yeah i could totally pull that off”
“van gogh cut off his ear what a lunatic” you are 3 nights of bad sleep, getting unexpected upsetting news and taking a substance as benign as coffee at the wrong time away from doing the same hope this helps
people are so mean about horror movie victims like. sorry but if i had gone to a cabin in the woods with my friends as a teenager you couldn’t have stopped us from reading aloud from the evil tome. how were they supposed to know the ancient curse was real they’re like 17
people are so mean about horror movie victims like. sorry but if i had gone to a cabin in the woods with my friends as a teenager you couldn’t have stopped us from reading aloud from the evil tome. how were they supposed to know the ancient curse was real they’re like 17
Remember, being kind is punk rock. Being overly polite due to anxiety is prog rock. A hug is alt rock unless it goes on too long then it’s folk rock. Empathy is third wave ska. Being mean, though, is not punk rock. Bc being mean is pop punk
The Great Lakes and Saint Lawrence River superimposed on a map of Europe
…OH.
I googled it once and the only reason why the Great Lakes aren’t called inland seas is because they are entirely freshwater, not salt.
By any other metric they’d be seas. Superior especially (the big one in the upper left) behaves like a small ocean, and has claimed at least 250 ships and over 1000 people. Gordon Lightfoot wrote a frankly chilling song about her that I’ll include here:
Lake Michigan has never fully frozen. Leading to some absolutely terrifying images
Layers of ice created, shattered, and built up like this.
Hey, here’s a picture of that lighthouse in 2015, when we had a polar vortex
I love the Great Lakes, you know how all boats look like shit, like just rusty hulks, you don’t get that on the Great Lakes because it’s fresh water, like the shipwrecks are incredibly well preserved
Also From Microsoft’s own FAQ: “Note that Recall does not perform content moderation. It will not hide information such as passwords or financial account numbers. 🤡
KillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKill
[ID: a screenshot showing instructions on how to remove the Windows Recall & Snapshots]
"Some good news. 1, it’s being slow rolled out at the moment. 2, it’s reportedly really easy to turn off.
Click the Windows button on your keyboard
Open the Settings app and go to Privacy & Security > Recall & Snapshots
Disable the Save Snapshots option
If you already have snapshots taken, you can delete them by clicking the Delete Snapshots
PSA gays: if you’re wearing a mesh/lace shirt to a pride fest, sunscreen your whole chest/back before putting it on. I can’t live to see another diva fall prey to sunburns with bizarrely specific patterns.
Anyway I’m a very depressed butch trans lesbian and it looks like I might indeed just end up homeless soon so if you wanna maybe help me get food or weed or save for a hotel room my vrenmo is @riotrhea and you can dm me for PayPal thank u
(Update May 30th 2024)
Alright folks, Rhea here again
So I have been given the news that I have until the end of June 2024 to find somewhere to go, and that I’m out even if I can’t find anything. I’ve tried applying for Section 8 locally and got told that the waitlist is 1-4 years long, and many of the local housing assistance programs have completely taken their applications offline.
Thank you to everyone who has helped me out, because really it has been so much more than I expected. I’m sorry to have to ask more, and to be honest I have no specific point I’m working towards right now except having what I need to survive. At some point if I can form a proper plan I will most likely make a separate post with all that.
But more than anything, thank you again to everyone who has helped me and spread this around. It has made this very painful time in my life less scary, and I appreciate it.
If you are in a position to help out and feel generous:
If you’re a Non-Muslim and you see a Muslim praying in public, could you please not pass in front of them?
Go behind them, but not in front. 👍
Oh, signal boost! I didn’t know this.
Okay, but also: if you see a Muslim praying in public and they have something in front of them, like a purse or a bag or something like that, you can pass in front of them, but pass in front of that object.
it’s called a sutrah, and it’s meant to act as a physical barrier between the person praying and someone who might happen to pass in front.
Also, if you did this and didn’t know, please don’t beat yourself up over it. Now you know! Muslims aren’t supposed to pass in front of Muslims praying, either, because prayer is communication with God and you don’t want to break that connection.
Spread culture, respect customs, be good people. Simple as that.
Didn’t know this.
Reblogging again
THE AMOUNTS OF REBLOGS THIS HAS JUST MAKES ME SO HAPPY
S I G N A L B O O S T
Reblog forever !
Similarly, if a Jew is saying the Shemonah Esrei prayer (whispered, moving only the mouth, standing facing east with legs together) don’t go in front unless there’s a barrier.
she knocked that smug look off my face but luckily i was wearing a second, smaller smug look underneath
This post is so incredibly dumb and everytime I come across it I just can’t help but laugh. This site is just magical. Where else will you get this nonsense?
Man made crystals are so cool it’s so sad everyone who likes rocks is out for blood if you post man made crystals. I love you opalite I love you lab created opal I love you bismuth I love you HTA citrine I love you goldstone
I had a dream last night that tumblr came up with a pride flag for closeted gays and it was just a light blue flag with a shrimp on it. People would also wear shrimp pins on their lapels for some Reason???
and the vegan gays started Discourse because shrimp deserved more respect
Wth that’s brilliant
like this?
closeted queers, you now have a discreet pride flag. wreak havoc.
EXACTLY LIKE THAT
Pride flag for closeted queers and people who are just done with explaining themselves to randos.
A fawn curled up beside a fake deer which is used for target practice.
Please note the calm looking fawn.
It’s mother has most likely used the fake deer as cover for the fawn to sleep near. I’ve personally witnessed a doe direct a fawn to lay in a patch of tall weeds and go lay on a hill where she could see me and the tall patch of weeds. That’s what they do, find something bigger than the fawn to sleep near so they’re hidden while they sleep.
This isn’t a sad child looking for something mother-like, this is a kid getting put to bed.
so the mom just managed to find the most haunting large object behind which to hide a child
this year while we all celebrate pride month and celebrate ourselves as well as those who came before us and paved the way for us to do so, we must also think of those in gaza, queer or not, who live every day under a brutal occupation and don’t have that same privilege. happy pride, and may we see a free palestine in this lifetime.
Why do we say that capitalism must be “dismantled”?
You’ll hear phrases like “Smash the state!” “Eat the rich!” and “Smash capitalism!”
And, yes, of course, but… :)
However relevant those sayings are, our work must be careful, highly organized and above all planned.
Because capitalism and all of its associated systems are not discrete, abstracted entities we can attack independently.
It is a structure, like a complicated machine with many thousands of working parts…
And right now it is connected to absolutely everything.
If we do this… [picks up huge hammer and smashes the machine]
Then a lot of vulnerable people will die.
The machine was built and improved and redesigned and patched over the course of generations. It is very good at its intended purpose, which is ultimately to generate profit.
Every human being alive today relies on the byproducts of the machine to survive, without exception.
The machine’s engineers want it to keep working like it does. In fact, they want to optimise it.
That will kill all remaining life on Earth.
So, we must destroy the machine, quickly and carefully
We must examine its deadly programs and mechanics and replace them with alternatives we built together.
The engineers don’t want us tampering with the machine.
However, we make it run…
So we can make it STOP. Together.
How will YOU help us to safely dismantle the machine?
I think one big reason why we don’t consider the stars as important as before (not even pop-astrology anymore cares about the stars or the sky on itself, just the signs deprived of context) is because of light pollution.
For most of human history the sky looked between 1-3, 4 at most. And then all of a sudden with electrification it was gone (I’m lucky if I get 6 in my small city). The first time I saw the Milky Way fully as a kid was a spiritual experience, I was almost scared on how BRIGHT it was, it felt like someone was looking back at me. You don’t get that at all with modern light pollution.
When most people talk about stargazing nowadays they think about watching about a couple of bright dots. The stars are really, really not like that. The unpolluted night sky is a festival of fireworks. There is nothing like it.
Hate to break it to you, but this picture is a lie.
The 1 to 4 - is something you can only see in a NASA telescope. Or on pictures a NASA telescope took and then it was rendered through a Photoshop.
Actual star sky when you are in a total dark place far away from any city lights looks like 5-6.
Only, without that bright coagulation of light.
Like, just many-many-many bright star dots. And that’s it.
The Milky Way, to a human eye, on a starry sky far away from a city is just that - a line across the sky where there are even MORE star dots than in other places.
And yeah, all stars look the same colour, no “light show” like the 1-4 picture wants you to believe.
Just… Black canvas (the sky) and a milliard of bright white dots on it. That’s it.
It DOES look magical, but if you set yourself up to see the 1-4 (and 5 to an extent) when you go to look at stars somewhere very remote - you will be severely disappointed.
UPD: found a picture that shows how the sky far outside the city TRULY looks to a human eye:
See that white “cloud” across the picture?
This is the Milkie Way and how it looks to us humans when we are far away from the city lights pollution.
Ok, thank god, that’s what it looks like where I live, I thought I was going insane for a moment but no, the chart was wrong
when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)
anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.
i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”
and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.
“What?” i say.
“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.
I love how every June this one gets dug up and passed around again, lmao.
when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)
anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.
i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”
and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.
“What?” i say.
“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.
I love how every June this one gets dug up and passed around again, lmao.
when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)
anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.
i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”
and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.
“What?” i say.
“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.
I love how every June this one gets dug up and passed around again, lmao.
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