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my valentine's set for this year :) ~ committing to donating 20% of all sales this month to folks impacted by ice in my area :) my first merch drop is gonna be March 1st ~ starting with just screenprinted shirts & maybe hoodies, it'll be newsletter exclusive! so plz sign up if ya want in :)

motherfucker-unlimited

1percentcharge

People who are like “erm why would I take a 6 hour train when I can fly there in 45 minutes” are forgetting the mental toll of Being In An Airport which shortens your lifespan by 2 months each time

targetedknowledge

narcissistcookbook

fun fact: you don't need to be dead to haunt someone. you can literally go round to their house and do all the stuff a ghost would do right now

foxes-in-love

coelii

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

coelii

I’d just like to point out the growth in this post has mostly coincided with elon’s public spiral downward and I’d like to think we’re all a small part of that

coelii

bro can’t think because he’s just got a rager of a migraine 24/7

fiannaai

yes I would like to give elon musk my menstrual pain. I think he deserves it

jupiter235

Reblog to also give Elon Musk your menstrual pain.

goldentigereyemania

And joint pain, give that man chronic issues

gawayne

should I get a masters or jump into a river and swim away forever. vote now

patrickspens-deactivated2023122

at the club fucked up on kerrygold pure irish butter

combataromantic-deactivated2026

As cool as being corrupted would be, my spirit is lowkey indomitable and I have an automatic aversion to doing what people tell me to do

commiescummie

i said what i said

trelleste

Toothpaste. It's just frozen toothpaste.

commiescummie

tonysbabe29

morkaischosen

Once, there was a Japanese monk who had a little personal superstition.

Every time he travelled to a new location, he’d find some wood that grew there and make it into a staff to defend himself from any bandits or ne'er-do-wells who attacked him.

He was convinced that the staff, being more in tune with his surroundings, would serve him better in a fight. One day, he explained this to a scholarly friend, who decided to do some investigating.

The scholar started swapping the monk’s staves while he was asleep. Some days, the monk would be using a staff he thought was from where he was, but wasn’t; some days he’d believe it was from elsewhere, when in fact it was the correct staff for where he was; and some days belief and truth would match.

Interestingly, the scholar discovered that it was the monk's belief that mattered - whichever staff he was using, if he thought it matched his surroundings he’d do a little better, and if he thought it didn’t he’d do a little worse.

Of course, since then there have been many more rigorous studies, but that scholar’s treatise remains one of the most important works in shaping human understanding of the place-bo effect.