The best "I forgot what they are called" description I have ever heard was "ronin sports mascots", while trying to find the word "furries" (specifically, fursuiters).

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The best "I forgot what they are called" description I have ever heard was "ronin sports mascots", while trying to find the word "furries" (specifically, fursuiters).
you ever just sit and realise u can’t remember 80% of your childhood? like … what happened? who am i ..?
Many people in the comments are saying “trauma”, but this is actually a very normal occurrence. It’s called Childhood Amnesia, and it’s a process which, as the brain reorganizes itself for cognitive thought that is developed in late childhood, it changes the Accessibility of those memories during recall. Many childhood memories are available to the person, but they will not be remembered during regular recall activity, you have to “trick” your brain into remembering with different tactics.
This is because there are two parts to memories - their encoding and their recall. The encoding determines their availability, their recall determines their accessibility. The reason why trauma memory and childhood amnesia are different is in this distinction. Trauma memory is often encoded differently, bypassing to the limbic system where it is stored as intrinsic memory. It can’t be recalled because it was never encoded. Childhood amnesia, however, seems to indicate that the memories are encoded, but we lose access to them as we age. This is most likely due to the development of brain structures that fundamentally change our encoding and recall of memory as we get older.
This is an important distinction, because trauma memory is “stored in the body”, i.e. you get triggers that send your body into a cascade of uncontrollable feelings, sensations and reactions. Whereas childhood memories won’t generally do that, they are just recalled at odd times with odd associations.
reblogging this because I’ve legit seen people freaking out when they realised they can’t remember some of their childhood, thinking they might have some repressed trauma.
What I learned not to do in art school
im kind of obsessed with this graphic.
i love when a bunny looks like this
some faves from my collection that fit this sorta genre. i also think they are kind of awesome
glimpse into my beautiful imaginary world where arthropods are really big and we domesticated them
edit: people are starting to say some "my worst nightmare" or "eeeww no that one is yucky and scary" comments on this like they do on any bug post and id like to say. it's fine if you don't like bugs it's fine if you're scared of bugs but don't put that on MY post clearly talking about how much i like them and how cute i think they are. you can make your own damn post about how much you hate wasps or spiders or whatever. i'm blocking people who make these kinds of comments.
I work in landscaping and the image of having to move snails out of my way but now they’re big™️ is cracking me up
POV u are a tasty little cheese
If you close your eyes right before the rat hits, your brain will think that you have died. some people find calmness in this.
big fan of "one william" as a quantity. keep it up
It makes me think of the mysterious Williamcoin I received in the mail recently.
Behold, One William.
holy shit, you found it. one william dollar.
So, very unfortunate news. I actually received a follow up in the mail, too.
Forbidden Williamcoin
this is art i can't breathe thats too good
another gilded fish
it takes time but it can happen
my wife flew a plane in an emergency situation and saved our lives in her dream last night and it was incredibly vivid to her and multiples times throughout the day today she has said quietly under her breath “I flew the plane…”
she describes how she had to use all her strength to pull the yoke down (she knows all the cabin terminology) and send the plane practically vertically through the air to avoid crashing into a mountain range and she keeps calling it the “miracle over the mountains”
When my mother forgets a word, she is the queen of coming up with new words. Words that would take a third National Treasure movie to fully decipher. I was talking to her yesterday, and she said this: “You know the time for los jibbities is coming up. You must be so excited!” Oh, is it time for los jibbities already? I must have missed it on my calendar. Are we celebrating something? “Of course! We should all be celebrating, shouldn’t we?” OK, so los jibbities is a happy thing. It’s not like something is giving you the heebie-jeebies, which would have been my one and only guess. “Los heebie-jeebies? Now you’re making things up...and this is my show.” You’re right. The time for los jibbities is coming up. Is this a season? “Yes, the season for love. The season for pride.” OK, los jibbities. “Yeah, sound it out.” Los…jibbities. LGBTs! “Sí, mira cuz you’re gay!” “You couldn’t just say pride season? You couldn’t just… *laughs*
HAPPY LOS JIBBITIES EVERYBODY!!!
The time for Los Jibbities has arrived!
on their clit like morse code
"S.O.S. we're going down"
fuck dont be funnier than me on my own post
No stop that
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uhh?
In 1947, an British flight from Buenos Aires, Argentina to Santiago, Chile reported their status over Morse code as "ETA SANTIAGO 17.45 HRS STENDEC". That last word is nonsense, so the tower asked for clarification. They repeated: STENDEC. STENDEC.
They were never heard from again. 11 people vanished, apparently along with their plane, and the only clue is that last word.
And no one knows what the fuck "STENDEC" means.
She STEN on my DEC until I'm never heard from again.
happy (checks watch) 1 year anniversary to this post
A whole year of people explaining that actually we know what happened probably in my notes :3
one for the ages
stellar graffiti near my apartment
learning that addiction is a progressive narrowing of the range of things that make one happy was kinda life changing for me. i apply it to everything not even just addiction i am always checking to ask if i am narrowing my range of happiness or widening it
always good to check whether your coping strategy has become something that needs its own coping strategies