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giggling and kicking my feet as i kill you i kill you i kill you i kill you i kill you i kill you i kill you i kill you i kill y

minakosroom

pikestaff

"Stop saying 15 year olds with weird interests are cringe, they're 15" this is true however you should also stop saying adults with weird interests are cringe because who gives a shit

themythicalcodfish

To wit:

switchelsweets

I want to share some wisdom from my high school art teacher.

In my AP Art class, there was a girl who was just starting to experiment with mixed media. At this point she was still playing around, trying to decide what direction she wanted to go with her portfolio. So one critique day, she brought in an abstract canvas with some rhinestone highlights and painted and real peacock feathers. She loved sparkles and peacock feathers so she thought she’d try introducing them a *little*. And after everyone had given some input, the teacher gave her his advice, VERY roughly paraphrased here:

“So here’s the thing… I do not like this style. These are just elements that do not speak to me personally, but I see that you like them, and you’re doing interesting things with them.

“My biggest critique is, I only merely *dislike* this piece. I want you to make me HATE it. Go crazy with the things that you like. Don’t hold back trying to make it palatable to people like me. Because I am NEVER going to like it. And if the audience does not like it, it should drive them crazy seeing how much YOU love it.”

Her portfolio was chock full of neon colors and glitter and rhinestones and splashes of peacock feathers and it was a delight. Our teacher despised every piece lol, but she got great marks and I think even won some awards. And more importantly, she was happy and proud of the results. Because she didn’t limit herself by trying to appeal to people who were never going to enjoy what she enjoyed.

Takeaway here: be as cringe as you want. Don’t limit yourself based on other ppl’s tastes. They’re not you, and you are incredible 💕

moringottos-deactivated20210117

when I was 14 I worked in a grocery store and one day I got to bag Stephen King’s groceries and of course, being the little horror fiction nerd I am I was completely starstruck

I think he thought I was gonna ask for an autograph because I was not even lowkey staring I was full on moon-faced and bouncing and he kept looking over at me hesitantly like aw jeez kid fuck off

anyways I finally managed to squeak out that I was a huge fan and asked for advice on writing, “how do I write as well as you do?” in my horrible thick German accent and broken ass English and he gave me the best writing advice I have ever received

“shit kid, stop worrying about how other people do it and just write your story”

14 years later my wife and I nearly hit him with our car because he was jaywalking

lokispriestess-deactivated20181

However you think this story will end is wrong

that-house

shadow-von-vamp

i hope all ai users go to hell no matter what

shadow-von-vamp

thethreemustyfears

kingpin-of-steel-act3

prohumanagenda

I'm in hysterics rn

alagaisia

Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?

alagaisia

It was a huge milestone of scientific and technological advancement. (Plus, at the time, politically significant). Humanity went to space! We set foot on a celestial body that was not earth for the first time in human history! That’s a big deal! I’ve never thought about it before but now that I have, it’s ridiculous to me that that’s not part of our everyday lives and the public consciousness anymore. Why don’t we have a public holiday and a family barbecue about it. Why have I never seen the original broadcast of the moon landing? It should be all over the news every year!

alagaisia

It’s July 20th. That’s the day of the moon landing. Next year is going to be the 54th anniversary. I’m ordering astronaut shaped cookie cutters on Etsy and I’m going to have a goddamn potluck. You’re all invited.

watermelon-converse

Hey. Hey. Tumblr. Ides of March ppl. We can do this

wordfather

me: so..... see anything interesting lately?

the many eyed creature living in my basement: YOUR LAUNDRY IN THE WASHING MACHINE. IT WAS DONE CYCLING 4 HOURS AGO

me: oh shit i forgot thanks

memecucker

postcard-confessions

“I’m becoming who I am and it’s the scariest thing I’ve ever done.” Posted from the PostSecret website.

kingofgoblets

(important to note: the postcard includes a chemical formula pasted next to the message. the chemical is testosterone.)

zootycoon-archive

i got these knockoff boots online and instead of the brand name on the tag they have the name of an apparently nonexistent martin scorsese movie??? what the fuck

loseremo

dunkstein

How the fuck does his have less than 200k after setting the internet on fire for months

girlwithwhitebeltinmoshpit

chimera-vanya

I want to cry. What the fuck is this

prokopetz

I feel like the legal institution of adoption is unreasonably limited by restricting it to parent-child relationships. If me and some random asshole want to legally be second cousins, I think we should just be able to do that.

taciturn-nerd

This concept is hilarious. Yes we're now cousins but there's no aunts/uncles/parents connecting us. Cut out the middle man completely. We're just family but not directly related ya know?

prokopetz

You understand me precisely.

prokopetz

For everybody saying "well ACTUALLY you can just decide to call whoever you want your uncle/cousin/whatever", this isn't about kinship – it's about bureaucracy. I want to cause problems on purpose.

egberts

my mom finally bought a toaster

egberts

why did this get notes

hungry-hobbits

we’re happy for you

egberts

its just a toaster

egberts

it’s been three years since i made this post. stop congratulating me on the toaster! stop asking me how the new toaster is doing!! i don’t know!! i haven’t lived with my mom in almost a year! i haven’t seen that toaster in months!! she might even have a new new toaster now!!! who knows!? not me!

egberts