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My breasts are nothing but a nuisance

Most of the time I don't care if they're there or not

I only wear a bra because I'm self conscious about my nipples and it's usually a sports bra nowadays

It's warm now and I want to cut them off like hair that's grown too long to be comfortable

But

My girlfriend loves them so very much

Which helps me like them just enough not to think seriously about top surgery

Still

I am so torn

#non-binary #enby #enby femme #trans enby #trans non-binary #breasts

sleepbby

god… the romance of sitting in a room with the person you love, each of you doing your own thing like reading a book or playing a game…. silent but full of love and warmth

miniature-stigmata

so I’ve been doodlin’ lately

wearyewe

by Liel Leibovitz

The first, and most obvious, is this: Treat every poisoned word as a promise. When a bigoted blusterer tells you he intends to force members of a religious minority to register with the authorities—much like those friends and family of [my grandfather Siegfried who fled from Hitler in Austria to Palestine]’s who stayed behind were forced to do before their horizon grew darker—believe him. Don’t try to be clever. Don’t lean on political intricacies or legislative minutia or historical precedents for comfort. Don’t write it off as propaganda, or explain it away as just an empty proclamation meant simply to pave the path to power. Take the haters at their word, and assume the worst is imminent.

Do that, and a second principle follows closely: You should treat people like adults, which means respecting them enough to demand that they understand the consequences of their actions. Explaining away or excusing the actions of others isn’t your job. Vienna in the first decades of the 20th century was a city inflamed with a desire to better understand the motives, hidden or otherwise, that move people to action. Freud and Kafka, Elias Canetti and Karl Kraus, Stefan Zweig and Franz Werfel—these were the eminences who crowded the same cafés Siegfried and his musician friends most likely frequented. But while these beautiful minds struggled to understand the world around them, the world around them was consumed by simpler and more vicious appetites. Don’t waste any time, then, trying to understand: Then as now, many were amused by the demagogue and moved by his vile vision. Some have perfectly reasonable explanations for their decisions, while others have little to go on but incoherent rage. It doesn’t matter. Voters are all adults, and all have made their choices, and it is now you who must brace for impact. Whether you choose to forgive those, friends and strangers alike, who cast their votes so deplorably is a matter of personal choice, and none but the most imperious among us would advocate a categorical rejection of millions based on their electoral actions, no matter how irresponsible and dim. So while you make these personal calculations, remember that what matters now isn’t analysis: It’s survival.

Which leads me to the third principle, the one hardest to grasp: Refuse to accept what’s going on as the new normal. Not now, not ever. In the months and years to come, decisions will be made that may strike you as perfectly sound, appointments announced that are inspired, and policies enacted you may even like. Friends and pundits will reach out to you and, invoking nuance, urge you to admit that there’s really nothing to fear, that things are more complex, that nothing is ever black or white. It’s a perfectly sound argument, of course, but it’s also dead wrong: This isn’t about policy or appointments or even about outcomes. This isn’t a political contest—it’s a moral crisis. When an inexperienced, thin-skinned demagogue rides into office by explaining away immensely complex problems while arguing that our national glory demands we strip millions of their dignity or their rights, our only duty is to resist by whatever means permitted us by law. The demagogue may boost the economy, sign beneficial treaties, and mend our ailing institutions, but his success can never be ours. Our greatness, to use a tired but true phrase, depends on our goodness, and to succeed, we must demand that our commander in chief come as close as is possible to reflecting the light of that goodness. There’s no point indulging in the kind of needlessly complex thinking that so often plagues the intelligent and the well-informed. There’s no room for reading tea leaves, for calculations or projections or clever takes. The only thing that matters now is the simple moral truth: This isn’t right. As long as we never forget that, we can never lose: As grandpa Siegfried knew all too well, those who refuse to gradually put up with the darkness are making a very safe bet; if you’re wrong, there’s no harm, but if you’re right, you win more or less everything.

So forgive me if these next four years I’m not inclined to be smart. When it comes to the task ahead, I’ve no interest in deep dives or shades of grey or mea culpas. Like my grandfather, I’m a simple Jew, and like him, I take danger at face value. When the levers of power are seized by the small hands of hateful men, you work hard, you stand with those who are most vulnerable, and you don’t give up until it’s morning again. The rest is commentary.

Read Liel Leibovitz’s full piece at Tablet.

spacemancharisma

“but there are some cops that show up and they’re like ‘I know your meter literally just expired but I’m gonna give you a ticket because I need something to jerk off to tonight because god knows my wife’s not gonna do it for me.’”

— Griffin McElroy, really just exploring all my opinions on cops out loud

resonance-of-libra

This is the Lucky Ace. Reblog to recieve a wad of cash that is oddly specific to your current needs.

jukaidream

I reblogged this shit two days ago y’all… what kinda sorcery is this. Oddly specific too …. I’ll take it tho 🤯

thisisasinkingship

I think I did it wrong

comic-girl2234-deactivated20240

Uh I reblogged this like 3 days ago and I start my new job on Monday??? Like idk how you accidentally find a job but I did.

caprifreak

I need to get paid asap so pls ace help

caprifreak

I GOT PAID I GOT PAID!!!!!! MUCH MORE THAN I EXPECTED AAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOU ACE

musinvenusian

I legit have a specific amount i want in my head rn it better come true 😭

riyerose

I ALSO HAVE A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF MONEY I WOULD LIKE TO ACQUIRE, PLEASE HELP

autumn-new-moon

This has worked before, so why not again?

sushinfood

you can have more notes just please give me money

✨👏🏻✨👏🏻

This post isn’t written in any known human language

patheticperipatetic

Is this what understanding a newspaper political cartoon is like?

bigyepper-deactivated20190322

“Emotional abuse works like this: You are screamed at, and then, not knowing any better, you stand up for yourself. You think this is a way of being strong. You think this is a defense tactic.But this only provokes more screaming. Going silent provokes more screaming too, but usually it keeps the threats to the minimum. It keeps it just at screaming and not: a shove down the stairs, or order to pack your stuff and get out. So you learn how to go silent. How to play dead. How to cry without making a noise. How to swallow noise. How to wipe your cheeks, get out of the car, and go about your day. You learn. And when the screaming has stopped, when the two of you are in the car or out to dinner and they’re all smiles, all asking for favors, all questions, you are still hurt and annoyed and want to ask them, how? How can you speak to me like that? How can you pretend you did not say those things? How can you have forgotten? But you’ve learned. So you listen to, “Can I borrow your key”s and “how was your day”s and you play dead. You swallow the noise. And sometimes it doesn’t matter who is speaking to you, it doesn’t matter if they’re a friend, it doesn’t matter if their criticism is constructive, it doesn’t matter. You’ve learned. Any sort of speaking, any raising of the voice, any insult and you play dead.”

— Good Girl, Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

butchtj-deactivated20190316

Do any other american high schoolers have intense survivor’s guilt and trauma with school shootings even though they weren’t at your school?

butchtj-deactivated20190316

Like. A laser tag place opened geared towards teenagers and it got no business, we tried to enjoy it but when someone pointed a laser machine gun at me and I instinctively dropped behind the nearest wall and reached to turn off my phone I cried, I wasn’t the only one. The announcements system turns on at an unexpected time and everyone holds their breath until they say something besides “locks, lights, out of sight,” nobody even jokingly pops chip bags anymore, a door slammed really loud during a class change and everyone dropped and ran. Everyone cries during drills, even the toughest ranch kids. Every drill comes with a full day of teachers crying and telling us that they love us all so much and will die for us, and every kid in every class looking around wondering who would I die for? Who would die for me? You walk to the bathroom and wonder every second if it happens right now, where will I go? You test supply closet doors to see which ones are unlocked, you memorize which furniture in the teachers’ lounge your English teacher says is light enough to barricade a door with. The fire alarm goes off and nobody moves, instead you wait for gunshots—it a trap? You stand with a group of freshmen and realize that you’re the oldest, you know you’ll have to die for them. You forget your ID tag and worry that now the police won’t be able to tell your parents if you’re safe, or not safe. Your stats teacher has a baseball bat by the door, your math teacher keeps a stapler under each desk to throw, your drama teacher asks who will be willing to stand by the non-locking door with the Shakespearean swords. Your yearbook teacher tells you don’t worry about breaking a camera because you heard about the kids who died holding them. You don’t use the bathroom during classes because you don’t want to be the only target to shoot at. You keep your phone on silent 24/7 because you worry the one time you forget will be when you get your whole US History class killed. You have a snap saved with your class schedule and school and full name to send in an instant to your internet friends so they know if you were on that wing, you have a note saved with the things you want your mom to know and the things you’re sorry for. At the age of 12 I was told I needed to know who I would die for and that it was okay if it was nobody, that was my decision to make. School shootings control us more than adults and non-Americans could possibly imagine and nobody moves to change anything unless we’re actively screaming for it. Have you considered we’re too scared?

tehdoctah

The absolute fuck. The fuck did I just read. This sounds like dystopian fiction. The fucking fuck.

allthingshyper

It isn’t. This is 100% the reality of all American children - not the ones that live in bad neighborhoods, not the ones that make bad choices, ALL OF THEM.

Welcome to America.

miseducatedmelanicmuse

misgenderisms-deactivated202010

imma say it. “kung fu panda” did more for body positivity and saying that you can be fat and still be healthy and liked than ANYTHING any beauty companies trying to get your money.

misgenderisms-deactivated202010

kfp also respects women more than any beauty company too.

atomic-darth

It also did “letting go of physical attatchments” MUCH better than certain other franchises did, as @tyrantisterror can clarify.

tyrantisterror

Well I’m not really an expert on that subject but people have yelled at me about it a lot so I’ll try my best.

Ok so, as many tumblr Buddhists and Star Wars prequel apologists have informed me recently, “letting go of attachments” is supposed to mean that you don’t let your love for others or yourself to become obsessive. It’s sort of a combination “if you love it set it free” and accepting that bad things can happen without dwelling on them - an acceptance that you can’t be in control of everything, and that the world doesn’t revolve around you.

In Kung Fu Panda 2, Po, compassionate and heroic though he may be, is weighed down by a great deal of anxiety about his life. He still isn’t sure if he really deserves to be treated as a hero, he discovers he was adopted and is filled with anxiety about his family, and just as he’s finally making friends with his fellow martial artists a threat rises that is trying to kill them all. Po’s friends, family, and very sense of self are threatened in this story.

His antagonist, Lord Shen, is a perfect foil for him. Shen was born into a wealthy family that was renowned for making fireworks, but wants to use that technology to make canons and guns - weapons that, in the world of this story, are unthinkably powerful - which he can then use to conquer all of China. He is warned that if pursues this scheme that a hero of black and white - a panda, he assumes - will rise to kill him. Rather than pursue a less horrible goal, Shen opts to wipe out all the Pandas in China. Horrified at what he has done, Shen’s parents exile him from their family home, and later die of grief.

Yet despite being given palpable evidence that his current course is wrong, Shen remains committed to his mad dream. He refuses to question the morality of his actions, or accept the consequences of it. He paints his parents as traitors who rebuked his love of him, believing that they were the ones who wronged him by exiling him rather than supporting his ambitions. After all, wouldn’t his plan have benefited them as well? Did they not see that he was trying to bring glory to his family, to increase their wealth and status? Did they not see how special and important and perfect he was?

Shen is defined by his attachments. He obsesses over what he feels he is owed, what he deserves, and is incapable of seeing any of his own actions as wrong as a result. He’s incapable of accepting the consequences of his mistakes, even when they cost him things he loves and values. Every setback he faces can’t be accepted as an accident or a result of his own mistakes - it HAS to be a result of other peoples’ faults, of some monstrous conspiracy to keep him from claiming his rightful place.

He assumes others think like this as well. When Po finally confronts Shen, Shen assumes Po would be furious and vengeful at him for, y’know, exterminating Po’s race. The fact that Po is unaware of their personal connection is amusing to him, and being the egotist that he is, Shen can’t help taunting Po about it.

When Po finally presses Shen to tell him what Shen knows about his family, Shen tells a horrible lie. “ Oh, you want to know so badly? You think knowing will heal you, eh? Fill some… crater in your soul? Well, here’s your answer: your parents didn’t love you.” Interestingly, this exact lie is what Shen has told himself to justify his actions - he knows how much it hurts to believe your parents hated you, how much of a betrayal that is, how much you suffer when someone you’re attached to does not share the sentiment, and tries to trick Po into suffering the same way.

Of course, we learn that this is false for both Po and Shen - Shen’s parents did love him, and were killed by the grief of what they allowed their son to become.

By Shen’s logic, Po should be consumed with grief and anger over what Shen has taken of him. Shen expects Po to be just as deranged and vicious as he is - he expects Po to be broken.

Instead, when Po learns the truth, including what Shen has taken from him, Po… let’s go. He let’s go of the sorrow. of the anger, of the grief. He let’s go because he knows he was loved and, more importantly, is loved. He let’s go because he knows that while there are bad times, there are also good times. He let’s go because he knows he can’t control the past. He can’t control what happened to his mother or to his people. He can’t control Shen’s actions. The past is history - it’s the here and now, the present, that matters. Po has people he loves and who loves him, and he has the opportunity to act on their behalf now.

Shen: How did you find peace? I took away your parents. Everything! I I– I scarred you for life!

Po: See that’s the thing, Shen. Scars heal.

Shen: No, they don’t. Wounds heal.

Po: Oh yeah. What do scars do? They fade, I guess?

Shen: I don’t care what scars do.

Po: You should, Shen. You gotta let go of that stuff from the past ‘cause it just doesn’t matter! The only thing that matters is what you choose to be now.

Even after learning everything that Shen has taken from him, Po tries to heal and teach Shen during their final battle. He doesn’t dwell on the grief, he doesn’t succumb to hatred, he simply tries to stop the violence by any means, the ideal way would be to change Shen’s mind rather than to kill him. Shen ultimately forces Po to fight back, and in the process kills himself. Shen was the warrior of black and white who spelled his own doom all along.

But Po isn’t the best example of a character letting go of attachments in the Buddhist sense that this series has to offer. No, the best, most literal example, would be Master Oogway.

In the first Kung Fu Panda movie, Oogway selects what is, essentially, an heir to his role as the ultimate master of Kung Fu. His choice is Po, which surprises everyone since Po is a big, out-of-shape noodle vender, and has no training in kung fu. Yet Oogway is confident that Po is the correct choice, even though everyone else, including his greatest student Master Shifu, insists it was an accident. “There are no accidents,” Oogway says to Shifu, “You must learn to let go of the illusion of control.”

Oogway’s final words to Shifu are to accept that, while we can affect important change in the world, we cannot control everything - that we have to work with what we are given, and accept that things will not go the way we expect or want them to. His plea for Shifu to believe in Po is also a plea to try and work with the situation as it is, instead of stubbornly trying to force it back into the plan that Shifu had concocted in his head.

And when Shifu agrees to do so, Oogway lets go in the exact way Buddha intended - he leaves the material plane and ascends to a higher existence.

In Kung Fu Panda 3, Po briefly ascends to the same spiritual realm that Oogway currently resides in, and Oogway explains how he knew Po would live up to his legacy - how he saw the past, present, and future of Kung Fu in Po, and knew that the world would be safe in the panda’s hands. Oogway’s last attachment to the physical world was his concern for its safety in his absence, and since Po could and would ensure its safety, Oogway was finally ready to let go completely.

Completely letting go of attachments does not work for a traditional hero’s narrative, because the concept isn’t about heroism - it’s not meant to be, either. It’s a philosophy geared towards breaking the cycle of reincarnation, and transcending the problems of a mortal life. Letting go of attachments is what you do to prepare to die, not what you do to prepare for a fight with the Evil Empire.

But letting go of some attachments can be used in a heroic narrative, which is what the Kung Fu Panda series does. It applies Buddhist and Taoist philosophies to a heroic story in a way that makes sense and stays true to both, because it was written by people who are much smarter than George Lucas.

misgenderisms-deactivated202010

bro tf most people are snickering about sniddies here you got a full on heavily sourced essay on this….hello take my post???

tyrantisterror

Thank you! I’m just very fond of Kung Fu Panda.

miniature-stigmata

people talking about your confidence is a fat girl thing, isn’t it?

i really can’t tell you how many times i get this in my inbox:

i love your confidence! your confidence is sexy! i envy your confidence!

and a thin girl recently told me: confidence is the most attractive thing a women can carry though, and that is only something you can control.

but i have never seen a thin girl be told it’s their confidence that makes them attractive. when i get these messages it really reads like: fat girls aren’t supposed to be confident and comfortable in their skin but you are!! and that’s kind of gross honestly.

miniature-stigmata

told yall

doggie-girl-deactivated20230214

liberalsarecool

Republicans are disgusting. Here is your tyranny, brought to you by the cowards in the GOP Congress.

spaceasianmillennial

There’s a protest held by the Carrizo/Comecrudo tribe.

You can give to the Carrizo/Comecrudo tribe here.

echoes-of-me

Please please please boost and donate!!!! This is practically my backyard!

This tree will be just one of the casualties if things continue 😥

notyouramelie

Again, the link is broken

https://www.gofundme.com/carrizocomecrudotribeoftexas this is a real link

Please share the correct version

tryforce-deactivated20211211

Booty shorts that say “essential npc” across the ass

elliestcyrburlesque

Lup would wear those

#adventure zone #the adventure zone #taz #taz balance #tazbalance #luptaaco

inkskinned

dear universe;

hello. i am writing to let you know you did good job on the stars, and also on cats.

yours respectfully, me

inkskinned

dear universe,

in the original post of this, it says “dogs” where it now says “cats”. i do not know when (or how) it got changed, but i am glad that someone loved cats enough to do that, because i love my dog and i also love my cats and i felt bad about not mentioning it that first time. i’m also glad for all the tags where people told me what i should have added (like libraries and waffles and maple syrup) and i am glad for all the comments about how much they love their pets (and some people have such cool pets!)

i kind of think, universe, if we are your children, this is our macaroni art. see, see, see, you gave us a little bit of the stars, and we’ve made our own constellations. we tried to give back to you by making art and music and books and bad poetry and our laughter and our love and our tv dramadies. we took pictures of the night sky and pictures of sunsets and pictures of dew, we fell in love with space and the rivers and the rain. i personally have my desktop background as a picture of one of your nebulas. your hair looked great that day.

i think…. you did a good job, universe, on the stars, and what the stars became, because you put us together and yes, yes, things might be terrible - but good gracious did we make so many things worth loving, worth writing to you about, worth telling you - thank you, i’m taking the spark you put in me and using it to be kind, to be alive, to be wildly fierce about our gardens and gentle about our pets.

so hello. i amend my previous memo. i am writing to let you know you did a good job on the stars, and on my dog and my cats and the lizard i kept illegally in my apartment. and universe, i hope you’re watching, because some of the people you made? they’re great, universe, and they’re full of love, just endlessly capable of loving. and they give me hope.

and through them, universe, that’s you. that’s how the stars sing.

yours respectfully, me