I dont know what to call my blog @buuurger - Tumblr Blog

My last post.

OK cool, so me using a fake name and stuff didn't stop my harassers/stalkers from finding my tumbler. So just like that, I'm gone. To all my followers, real or pornbot, adios.

#buuurger time #goodbye

if what is happening that i suspect is happening then you (and if its you then you know this message is for you) should literally fuck off cause im getting the police involved now.

jennajonesy

If you haven’t seen this video already, it’s something worth watching. While it’s quite disturbing to watch, it really shows the damage we are doing to our oceans and marine wildlife. I know a few companies are making the switch to biodegradable straws but it’s still not enough. Something needs to change and we need to make it happen!

kateykat

This is disgusting. I’m ashamed to live in a world where we rely on so much plastic. It’s time to email our politicians and demand change. It’s 2019 folks…wake the F up. THIS IS A PROBLEM.

wesavetheoceans

So happy to see people are passionate about making a change towards getting rid of plastics! Marine animals rely on us to smarten up and make the change. If any of your are interested in helping our cute sea creatures, there’s a great place called www.savetheturtles.ca. They sell reusable straws and donate 5% of their profits to Sea Turtle Conservancy. Something worth checking out to make a small change.

takethattrump

I actually own one of those straws from Save The Turtles! I literally take it with my everywhere I go. Pretty sure I’ve made 10 other people get one just by using it at restaurants. Check them out everyone —–> SAVE THE TURTLES

hella90s

GUYS! WE CAN SAVE THE TURTLES NOW. SPREAD THE WORD AND GET YOUR STRAWS HERE!

P.S. to all my friends: You’ll each be getting one from me.

fukinweeeb

I fucking hate these posts that are just chains of fake reply’s trying to sell something.

cammadanar

firewolf826

I love nothing more than animation insiders like this! Man, you don’t realize how much math and physics go into stuff like this. Way different than traditional animation!

spiroandthelacktones

They can render millions of individual particles of snow but still can’t create more than one face for women

irrevocably-delicious2

Some retail complaints from twitter this morning. I don’t think anyone can fully comprehend how stupid humans are until they work a retail or hospitality job.

starfire003

I’d like to add on the people who ask a question, get an answer they don’t like and ask the same question in a different way to get the response they want.

corisanna

I get stuff like this often enough at work, but that last one? There is one customer we have that does that so frequently and for so long (personal record with me is goddamn FORTY MINUTES of trying to get the answer she wanted) that we call her Circle Lady when she isn’t present.

Then there are the ones who do this, fail, and try it again with the same employees the next day.

greatfay

Me: “For the drink, it’s [x amount] :)”

Customer: “I saw a sign that I get a free drink?”

Me: “For signing up for our rewards program, yes :)”

Customer: “Oh… I don’t have one of those”

Me: “Well if you sign up, you can get the free drink! :)”

Customer: “Eh I don’t want to sign up”

Me: “…” “…” “:)”

Customer: “I hate getting all those emails”

Me: “Oh, well you can opt out of emails, I can show you how :)”

Customer: “No thanks, I don’t want an account”

Me: “Okay… well the drink will be [x amount] :)”

Customer: “I thought it was free?”

Me: “:)”

Me: “It’s free if you sign up for our rewards program :)”

Customer: “I don’t want to sign up”

Me: “Then the drink isn’t free :)”

Customer: “You can’t just give me the drink?”

Me: “No, I can’t unfortunately :)”

Customer: “Why not? It’s only [x amount]”

Me: “If that’s not a lot of money to you, why don’t you just pay for it? :)”

Customer: “This is shit customer service”

Me: “:)”

Customer: “This is highway robbery, squeezing every dime out of people, you should be ashamed of yourself—”

Me: “I don’t control the prices, I’m just a cashier :)“

Customer: “—making a fucking fuss over a damn drink and it’s not even a large—”

Me: “That’s not my decision, I’m just a cashier :)”

Customer: “—and you bet I won’t be coming back here again”

Me: “How unfortunate :)”

thekeybladeninja

I can feel the :) deep in my soul

systlin

When I worked in a greenhouse;

Customer; “So this cute little blue spruce will stay small, right?”

Me; “No it will get very large. Fifty feet tall or more, and very wide.”

Customer; “But I want to plant it right next to my porch.”

Me; “That is probably not a good idea. In a few years it will grow very big and it won’t fit there.”

Customer; “But it’s so small and cute now.”

Me; “Yes, because it is a baby, but it will not stay small. They grow fast.”

Customer; “But I want to plant it next to my porch.”

Me; “That is a bad idea. We have some dwarf conifers over here…”

Customer; “But I want to plant THIS one next to my porch!”

Me; (: (:

sunlitsuggestions

It’s okay to have bad days, tomorrow you’ll feel different

buuurger

Doubt it

openblogtomyabusivemother

Does the person who abuses you know they are abusive?

Reblogging this will work. Liking this will work. Messaging me will not work. Email me at [email protected]

cptsdandelion

Every day I wonder if the people who have abused me know what they’ve done. Do they know that they’re abusers? That they’ve caused so much pain? That I need years of therapy to work through the damage they’ve caused? And if they do know, do they even care?

bloodysuds-deactivated20190523

Lol no my mom thinks im the abusive one because i wont talk to her

buuurger

openblogtomyabusivemother

Love Crumbs

This is the term I came up with for what abusive parents offer when they supposedly “aren’t being abusive”. Every once in awhile, they’ll offer tiny little crumbs of love and if you’ve been abused your entire childhood, even if that abuse has been what our society sees as subtle, with mostly neglect coupled with love crumbs, you aren’t going to understand that this isn’t normal. So let me tell you, it isn’t normal. Normal, well-adjusted, healthy, parents who are capable of love, don’t offer love crumbs, they offer the whole entire cake.

Here’s how you know if your parents are dropping love crumbs instead of the whole cake: if you mostly feel desperate to be loved but then you think to yourself, there must be something wrong with me to want so much love because there was that one time last year when my mom did that loving thing for like 5 seconds…

Sound familiar?

theimmigrantschild

Felt this.

im not excited about anything right now. im not happy or optimistic or hopeful. i just want to go to sleep and not wake up. i hate this. im crying every day, i cant stop and its cold and im depressed and life is complete shit.

dappyhappy

JUST LET ME BE.

the-little-ladybug-that-could

Reblog if you are an asexual positive blog, believe asexuals exist, and are willing and able to create a safe space for your asexual friends

lunaisace

As an Asexual myself, YES

celticwarriormoon

As someone who is now 99% sure they might be ace…

YES. THIS. BOTH SIDES NEED TO SEE THIS.

frogsfloattoo

As an asexual, I deal with this a lot, and it’s not okay :/

a-tiny-angry-bisexual

Honestly I would kill for my ace friends they’re wonderful and don’t deserve this shit

#hi im ace #i say im in the lgbt community but i still dont fully feel like that would be accepted #oh well

openblogtomyabusivemother

One day, maybe I won’t, but today I do. And you can’t make me not. And you can’t shame me into thinking it’s bad. And you can’t talk me out of it because it rubs painfully against your cognitive dissonance. My parents abused me and I hate them for it.

The hate is their doing, not mine. I did not create it yet I must contend with it. My abusive parents sweat blood they worked so hard to earn my hate. THEY SWEAT BLOOD FOR IT. That is how much time and effort they put into doing things to earn my hate. And no, they don’t win because I hate them. Abusive parents don’t want their children to hate them. They want their children to love them no matter the myriad and multifarious abuses they pile on. They want more than anything for us to endlessly love them and allow the abuse to continue forever. But more importantly, this is not a competition. Acknowledging my hate is not about winning or losing. It is about being honest with myself about WHAT IS. The hate got created. They created it. For years, including during the most formative to the development of my being. Before I could even properly talk. So the hate is there. Entwined throughout the deepest layers of who I am. BECAUSE THEY PUT IT THERE. Feeling it is about allowing what is to be so it can heal. So…I hate my abusive parents and I DO NOT FORGIVE THEM and

I am not fucking sorry.

Ahhh. Feels so good to own it. And I will never let you and your smallness or your preconceived notions or your baseless attachments to unrealistically high-minded ideals that are not applicable in any way to the nitty gritty of real life take that away from me. I’ll stop hating them when I am good and ready, never to make you more comfortable or because you are too afraid to do your own real work.

Tell you what, if me talking about the feelings I have toward the people who delighted in crushing my innocent child-soul when I was too defenseless to do anything about it makes you more uncomfortable than the child abuse itself, you clearly have your own deep ailments. Do go work on those and leave me to my own beautiful process. Because that’s what this is…a beautiful process. And screw anyone who can’t see that.

And to my fellow survivors…your process is beautiful too. When you let what has been bound and sticking you in the side go wild and free, it is beautiful. It doesn’t matter that it’s hate and vengeance and sadness and grief. It doesn’t matter that it is twisted, mutilated and oozing. It isn’t beautiful because of what it is…it’s beautiful because YOU HAVE FREED IT. Don’t let anyone take that away from you.

Reblogging this will work. Liking this will work. Messaging me will not work. Email me at [email protected]

openblogtomyabusivemother

The best advice I can give any abuse survivor is

Do what you love. Do. What. You. Love.

Your abusive parents will not react well. This is the ultimate threat to their power. If you are happy and attain self-determination, they won’t be able to control you anymore. They’ll do everything in their considerable power over you to convince you you are doing it wrong when you’re making yourself happy. That in itself is just more evidence that actually, YOU ARE DOING IT RIGHT. So, do what you love. When they start to freak out, do what you love EVEN HARDER.

Do what makes you feel electric inside. Do what makes you come alive. Do what makes the petals of your heart spread to the sun. Do what makes you explode with living.

That is where your power is. That is where you are invincible. That is where no amount of abuse or evil or attacking or harassing can win. That is where you crackle with the power of you. That is where good parents try their hardest to get their children and where your parents are terrified you’ll make it.

So make it there. And win. Make it there. And feel the power and joy those sick souls tried so hard to rob you of. And then throw your fists to the sky and fucking GLOAT. This is one of the few situations in life where gloating is actually appropriate. And the only way to get there that I know of is by

Doing What You Love

Reblogging this will work. Liking this will work. Messaging me will not work. Email me at [email protected]

memewhore

vixenofcourse

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spacepumpkins

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