I really appreciate everyone who has helped so far. Like seriously. You’re helping me stay alive.
I’m still not back to where I need to be yet; anything helps.
Vocational Rehabilitation is going to be helping me find a job soon as well so I’m really hopeful that things can work out soon. I hope the someday I’ve been hanging on for is just around the corner.
Anywhoozles, I really do appreciate each and every one of you. I hope you know that I’m still fighting and I plan to keep on fighting as long as I can.
children existing in public spaces is genuinely like. necessary for the continuation of society. it doesnt have to be your kids you dont have to volunteer at a daycare or whatever but you need to be able to tolerate the presence of someone who is learning how to exist as a human and interact with people
Door to door sales men aren’t a thing anymore but if they were they’d be highly sexulaized. Think of the potential. There’d be a whole genre of porn with them. Like the humble pizza delivery boy
Door to door sex tpy sales man who has to demonstrate t*gets so hard I pass out
door to door sex toy salesman who wears a tiny skirt so he has quicker access for demonstrating the toys
shoutout to the local radio dj reporting on the tornado warning and going “I will keep you entertained while you shelter in place” and then playing some really fucking creepy noise and ambient music
Palestinian men should not have to repeatedly hold up pictures of their family struggling through a genocide, for us to care about them. Fundraisers conducted by/for Palestinian men, should not have to repeatedly refer to their mothers, sisters, wives and children, to make us realize their humanity, their vulnerability. Enough. Isn’t it enough after so many months? Hadn’t it always been enough?
It makes me feel so fucking scummy when everytime I answer a fundraiser, I have to exclusively talk about their children, their wives or their elderly parents struggling. Do Palestinian men not struggle? Do they not get injured? Do they not suffer from chronic illnesses? Do they not get terrible rashes in summer? Do they not get dehydrated? Do they not get hungry? Do they not fall sick with hepatitis? Do they not despair? Are they not bombed? Are they not shot at? Do they not get rounded up like animals and stripped and blindfolded and tortured and assaulted? Are they not thrown in solitary confinement? Do they not have IOF dogs sicced on them? When will it be enough? What will be enough?
I do not know how to help Siraj except for pleading on behalf of him. Please get Siraj to 10k He needs it to relocate safely to another camp. Please donate. If not that please boost
Palestinian men should not have to repeatedly hold up pictures of their family struggling through a genocide, for us to care about them. Fundraisers conducted by/for Palestinian men, should not have to repeatedly refer to their mothers, sisters, wives and children, to make us realize their humanity, their vulnerability. Enough. Isn’t it enough after so many months? Hadn’t it always been enough?
It makes me feel so fucking scummy when everytime I answer a fundraiser, I have to exclusively talk about their children, their wives or their elderly parents struggling. Do Palestinian men not struggle? Do they not get injured? Do they not suffer from chronic illnesses? Do they not get terrible rashes in summer? Do they not get dehydrated? Do they not get hungry? Do they not fall sick with hepatitis? Do they not despair? Are they not bombed? Are they not shot at? Do they not get rounded up like animals and stripped and blindfolded and tortured and assaulted? Are they not thrown in solitary confinement? Do they not have IOF dogs sicced on them? When will it be enough? What will be enough?
I do not know how to help Siraj except for pleading on behalf of him. Please get Siraj to 10k He needs it to relocate safely to another camp. Please donate. If not that please boost
This is the most important thing I’ve learned about grieving. It never goes away. Time doesn’t make it smaller. Time, if you do the work, makes you bigger. Self expansion is key. Self expansion through creativity and passion and communication. My grief used to be all of me. Now it is a part of me. An important part, but just a part. I love this visualization so much.
posting on tumblr is like being stranded on a deserted island and sometimes a bottle will wash up from tiktok that’s like “people over 30 are becoming paranoid about sock length” and you will turn to the island’s flock of parrots like “sounds like some kind of sock mind virus” and they will attack you
🚨CALL FOR HUMANITY DO NOT IGNORE YOU CAN SAVE A CHILD’S LIFE‼️
I have lost more than 30 members of my family.I don’t want to lose anyone else .All I have left is Lolo, the only survivor. I do not know what her future will be like without her father and her life as an orphan. Please, any amount will save the rest of my family.Please help my family survive these massacres & this war.The crossing will open at any moment.I have to register my family to travel. There’s not much time
Anti-china conspiracy theories are always shit like “The report states that the Chinese communist party hunted down these poor fascists and ground them up into sausages.”
“This report was published by The World Organization For Democratic Human Freedoms”
And when you Google the WOFDHF it turns out they’re a lobbying group whose major political contribution was helping the Bush administration invade Iraq.
Hey a reminder to all salaried employees in the US that as of today, July 1st, you need to be making at least 43,888 per year or else your employer needs to pay you overtime at a rate of 1.5 per hour over 40 worked, as you are now non-FLSA exempt. On January 1st 2025 this number will increase to 58,655 per year. Don’t let your employer cheat you.
BTW today I met a person who’s at least 50, uses they/it pronouns, and named themself Wyvern. It looks like if Santa was a biker and it plays D&D at the local library. Just a reminder that you can do whatever you want, forever.
thats really disrespectful.. he was clearly injured in some sort of way may it be war or what have you, he is probably so depressed his face is scarred like this, he has to wake up everyday seeing this his own face, why would you make fun of him like this? fuck off.
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seriously, anyone who would make fun of this is just fucked up. i actually think he’s still more attractive than like half the guys out there, even with his face like this
you guys do realize that this literally is the joker without makeup? this is heath ledger in The Dark Knight, in a scene where he’s hiding in a group of policemen.
oh thats awkward
date of origin: 2012
disclaimer: I understand this post is 12 years old.
Even if that hadn’t been a screencap, saying “he is probably so depressed … he has to wake up everyday seeing this his own face” is worse than straight up making fun of him.
I have apparent facial scarring. I would much rather have someone directly make fun of me than hear this. With jerks, at least you can write their opinion off as meaningless.
This though? Even if said in good faith, it is far more harmful to hear somebody who purports to be your ally reinforce your negative self perception. It’s evidence that people cannot see you as a normal human. It’s evidence that you should be made to feel bad when you look in the mirror. It’s evidence that you should be depressed about your appearance.
It’s important to remember that the point of a hobby is to have fun not “get better”
Imagine if someone who reads as a hobby was constantly told they would “get better” or asked “are you improving”
Now stop saying this to artist/fiber artist/dancers/anyone that has any hobby where they make things
Stop putting pressure on our fun enjoyable time by putting standards and expectations on it. If I suck at embroidery oh Fucking well i suck but I like doing it it’s FUN that’s the whole point is having FUN
Wander into a fairy circle, just a circle of mushrooms, come back different from that. Wonder what happened there? Got mushrooms in the brain didn’t they?
Wander into the woods, eat strange food drink strange water, see a strange world, keep going back to the woods for more and why has this happened, what enslaved them? Brain fungus isn’t it?
They don’t live in this world do they, they speak to each other in strange tongues, flit across the world invisibly, appear in many illusionary forms.
dating simulator where it starts normal but it slowly becomes clear that all of the romanceable characters are attempting to cover up an extremely specific murder they committed a year ago before you arrived
Fic comments are also like a way of validation from the reader that you’re not a weirdo for writing fanfic. That someone was waiting for you to write that. Needed it. Weirdo4weirdo reassurance
I think some people forget that some literature and some media is meant to be deeply uncomfortable and unsettling. It’s meant to make you have a very visceral reaction to it. If you genuinely can’t handle these stories then you are under no obligation to consume them but acting as if they have no purpose or as if people don’t have a right to tell these stories, stories that often relate to the darkest or most disturbing parts of life, then you should do some introspection.
I’ve read some things that deal in sad/dark/actually depressing and disturbing subject matter. I’ve loved them and the points they make without endorsing the events portrayed.
It’s always disappointing to get online and see that the conversation is “X thing shouldn’t exist” on the grounds that it made somebody feel badly. It was meant to make you feel that way and it’s normal that it did - it’s okay that you stop reading it or don’t finish it but I am BEGGING you to consider why it made you uncomfortable and why the author felt the need (if the answer isn’t immediately obvious, as it can be). There isn’t shame in something putting you off so badly that you shelve it.
The sterilization of reality is a detriment to all who exist within it. To censor stories with painful themes is to erase the reality that such stories are based in some horrific truth and works to erase the reality that many people have endured.
This trend or whatever we want to call it has gotten so bad that I listened to an entire lecture from somebody about how awful a book was and how it shouldn’t exist at all, how the author was a terrible person for concocting it and how it hurt people. When I asked what the book was, this person not only could barely recall the name but HAD NEVER READ IT. I bought the book. I read the book. It accomplished its task beautifully and I found it to be a cathartic experience. I also understood how it could make people so uncomfortable and would never judge anybody for setting it down.
It’s okay not to like something and distance yourself from it. Remember that those rules apply only to you, though, because they speak only to your own psyche.
Periodic reminder that one of the many roles of fiction is microdosing on big scary feelings so you build resilience, empathy, understanding, and defense against the real thing.
“You are the chosen one. The prophecy says that every 273 years-” “Wait, why isn’t it a round number? Sorry, no can do” “Are you really denying your destiny over this?” “Uhh… yeah?”
