we're not kids anymore.
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@ashushaya
Jerking off is incest
Sometimes I feel like you guys say things because you're bored
no, think about it!
what is the definition of a sibling? a descendant of your own parents,
so you're your own sibling
ewww, you touchd them into thems pants
el "Bee's Knees" (aparte de ser un término anticuado para algo genial; más antiguo que "groso", quizás sería un "macanudo!") también es un trago oficial de la IBA (asoc. internacional de bartenders)
la receta básicamente es la típica miel con limón 🍋🍯 que te dan cuando te resfrías, pero le agregas una cantidad importante de gin
Rata Forest in New Zealand
en un código que debí analizar pa mi tesis, había una variable sin nombrar que expresaba una "tolerancia", pero siendo mi padre forestal (y habiendo disfrutado el beneficio de tener uno funcional) estuve al tanto del "crown shyness" o "timidez del dosel arbóreo" y se me hizo similarísimo el fenómeno, así que nombré la variable como "timidez" y agregué una nota al pie que dice "este concepto viene de botánica"
HEY! If you’re new to tumblr, get a pfp right away, and throw something in your bio. With the bot problem right now, anyone without one is likely to get blocked just out of reflex. Make it obvious that you’re not a bot!
Saw a new follower the other day that literally just had a basic bio talking about their interests, and one post saying something along the lines of of “sorry for no activity, this is my lurking blog! <3”.
That’s all I need to see!! That’s literally it! A bio and a post. Bonus points if you have fandom related reblogs. I don’t need an incredibly personalised and micromanaged blog, I just need a signal you’re real person.
the sadness don't go away. ever.
you just learn to put it in a cocktail shaker with some other things
hello my hand is gonna fall off
tap for better quality!
so many things, and so many names
we care about the names, but there is no thing!
#wellactually there *are* beings, but not-beings also *are*, and reality doesn't give a fuck about your particular (or collective) delusion
might put a name to it, but here I lie in the now, smiling because of all the none-ness that actually*is* but can't be experienced by many
the thing is there is no thing, and we only project "thingness" upon ideas, more often than not using tools like language or space; but as "things", each of our consciousnesses tend to project selfness onto themselves; i didn't do it, so it was you sorry my bad, we'll try not to delude us this badly next time, won't we? we still don't make our mind, the you is missing but also the me, and nevertheless "here" "we" "were", at least in this now i (the "me" part of us) got the controls for this funny little avatara that reckons itself a singular and well defined entity: rejoice in the naïve! there will be time to rejoice in the learned mistakes, and then we will have always keep being
gambling with angels is easy. they can't lie but they have addictive personalities; it's easy to clean them out then make them divulge secrets about the business of heaven to call your bets. my dad used to say "hey, watch this" and summon angels to play poker with him with a sort of bone flute he inherited from his grandpa, and they'd be holding horseshit and still want to call him. i'm talking "raise on a two pair" level bad at it, but they couldn't stop trying to win. my dad taught me all the secret names of God before i was out of grade school and i would use them to curse my enemies so they came down with leprosy. you can cure leprosy these days but it still sucks, especially for a child. but they had it coming for pissing me off
i found it: my sexual identity is autistic-demisexual
i think it's the most language-efficient way to convey it: "i'm x-sexual, but given that i'm autistic, my vision of fairness and justice and pleasure are such and such so... [this and that]"
i'm not even sure im hetero or homo or bi or pan or even asexual (the latter most likely)
all categories got erased from my system and I'm... "whereless". not nowhere, but somewhere noone knows who
i broke my human operating system and i'm at this rootkit-able bug where i both escalated root privileges and cannot defend myself from it (PSA autistic kids: dont do psychedelic if you very much rely on your "universe model" to achieve certain goal... as finishing a university degree might be)
people are scary, therefore lone i remain
el último álbum de los parakss salió antier y ya lo he escuchado 3 veces
no sé describir la sensación, pero a estos locos los conocí con el Bruxar
y con todas esas canciones pop-punk ("punk con sabor a chicle") muy mosheables (son amigos de T.A.M po 😆!!) mezcladas con baladas
y bueno, primera vez que me doy cuenta de que lo interesante de seguir bandas actuales es ver cómo envejecen contigo
este año he llorado el doble que un año común; este disco de rock-pop ligero/baladas folk musicalizado con una esperanza muy melancólica no es lo que planeo escuchar si me siento desanimado (a menos que quiera sentirme así, supongo)
mi primera impresión al escuchar las canciones una tras otra es que parece un disco que sé que me generará una nostalgia automáticamente programada para dentro de 10 años; siento muy real que esto sea la nostalgia del futuro, aunque no sé cómo sentirme al respecto
sisoy u.u
no importa, siempre seré igual
Siempre espectador nunca protagonista.
hasta de tu propia vida, si te disocias lo suficiente
lo difícil es volver
i feel like i would be a lot less angry if i could just snarl and growl whenever i felt mad and/or upset. like i would just have a lot less repressed rage inside me if i could make noises that mean I Am Mad and/or Upset Right Now.
being able to do this would fix me
wdym you don't already do it?
no estoy loco, pero es muy largo de explicar, así que pa efectos prácticos haz de cuenta que sí lo estoy
Mediten, tomen agua, hagan ejercicio y no le crean a los hombres
por eso no me creo ni a mí mismo: epistemológicamente sano, mentalmente insostenible
intento procesar todo yo sola para no molestar a nadie
"no molestar a nadie" es el undécimo mandamiento
