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Hereditary spoilers without context
Hereditary spoilers without context
please excuse my grandpa in the background but here’s poncho enjoying her thanksgiving superworms
i will NOT excuse your grandpa he is INTEGRAL to my enjoyment of this video
top ten bad habits i need to break
1. breathing
me: oh god maybe I'm just faking OCD and I'm just a terrible person who is only doing this for attention
me, after spending 3 hours checking symptoms online: hey wait a minute
To anyone who has intrusive thoughts that contradict your morals
Whether that be:
•Having intrusive thoughts about hating LGBTQAP+ people (even if you are one yourself)
•Having intrusive thoughts about hurting minorities (POC, etc.)
•Having intrusive thoughts about wanting to hurt/kill people of certain religions (Ex: Christians, Muslims, Jews)
•Or any other intrusive thoughts that completely contradict your morals
YOU ARE NOT EVIL
YOU DO NOT TRULY BELIEVE THESE THINGS
EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY
honestly the only reason im still alive is because i want to see which twix side wins
Growing up fat, you get made fun of for everything you do, even basic shit like eating and laughing and breathing are funny when you do it because youre fat! And its so hard to not carry that with you as you get older, like I’m still embarassed to eat or dance in front of people or smile in pictures and its ridiculous and I hate it and I wish I was treated with more humanity
Thin people can reblog this btw
And I will because fat people are just as beautiful and important as everyone else.
Fat people are also humans with feelings and personal lives. Please don’t be disrespectful.
ohms law is a polyamarous relationship reblog if u agree
Teachers: it should only take three minutes to use the bathroom.
my OCD: three minutes you say
reblog if you’re part of the holy trinity of unrecognized and dismissed sexualities
bisexual, pansexual, and asexual
new metric for your personality as an adult = what you named your most iconic stuffed animal as a kid
Laurence. He was a polar bear.
Pickles. Small pink stuffed cat.
Tommy Cako… It was a spur of the moment, very matter of fact thing that happened when I was three and asked what my new big brown teddy bear’s name was. Tommy Cako was an amazing thing. Even with a hole in his shoulder and missing one eye, he’s perfect and safe and still amazing.
Dolphie. Large orca stuffy.
Kris Kringle. He was a teddy bear I refused to leave the store with. He’s all beat up now, but he still has the red part of his santa hat.
Flopdog. He’s floppy and he is a dog. I still have him but can’t move him too often because he has a hole in him
Bunny. She was a bunny. My mom sewed her a new body about twelve times as she kept wearing out. I literally don’t remember not having Bunny. Legends tell of a doll named Julie who was abandoned in favor of Bunny before the formation of my long term memory.
…I don’t think I’ve ever named the felt snake that I made by hand from wool and still own. I might have nicknamed it “Stripey” at some point, IDK. Whoops? ≻_≺
Maybe I should name it now? I like names.
Snek facts: Is a green-orange gradient from head to tail, has some striping just below its head, looks vaguely like it’s rabid because I did a really awful job of trying to add teeth, awkwardly bulky tongue.
I once named a red terrycloth-ish bear “Rosie” but I wasn’t super attached.
For some inscrutable reason, I named ny stuffed caterpillar Pish Fool. And I was like nine, so it wasn’t baby talk or anything.
He has many holes and continually develops new ones, so he now lives on top of my book shelf, where he gently approves of how my life has turned out.
I had a stuffed fox named Daniel that I bought with my Christmas money when I was six. He was destroyed in a car accident when I was in my last year of college.
I had over a hundred stuffed animals. One of my other favorites was a dolphin that was about three feet long. I named him Dolphiny. Actually all my stuffed animals had names and intricate relationships.
My comfort toy was a severely damaged doll that I named Raider Baby. I am sure this says something about me. I am not sure what.
Mine was a large smiling snowman that I named ‘Sneeuwpie’, which means ‘Snowey’
Tick Tock. I still have him! Very tired stuffed bunny with one broken ear. Named him Tick Tock because his ears look like the hands of a clock.
Noodle. Loved him so much that If I ever had a kid I wanted to name them Noodle. Little turquoise bear that my best friend got me when I was nine, named after my love of noodles.
My Grandmother gave me her old bear and told me his name was Ted Bear, I always called him Mr. B because he had a bow sewn in to his neck no I thought he looked like a little businessman.
Later in life he was taken because his neck was all worn out from constant hugs and squeezing during movies.
Stab. He was a little fluffy sheep I found at a thrift store with my friend. Said friend then proceeded to stab the sheep multiple times with a knitting needle. That’s where he got his name.
Haika? Or something like that? Either way it was a baby emperor penguin and I love her and still have her
Derby. One of those beanie baby light light brown horses that I took everywhere with me. Surprisingly he’s not a torn mess but he is a bit beat up and frazzled. He was like my bff and I would always tuck him in my coats when it was cold outside with his head peeking out. He’s on my shelf right now, I don’t think I could ever part with him ;v;
Green Monkey. He was a green monkey. Before I could talk, when I lost him I would say "ooh-ooh ah-ah" repeatedly, and eventually go into a meltdown sobbing and saying "ooh-ooh ah-ah!"
@officialskeletonwar pls I know it's late but I'm decent with a crossbow and want spoops.
And I present my brother’s creations….He’s 8
This is the best thing I’ve seen in a while!
“you brought me back to life! just… let me be somebody who deserved it..”
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Why is it cute and trendy for girls to wear men’s flannel shirts and baggy boy’s sweatpants, but when a boy tries to wear anything remotely close to girl’s clothes, they are considered “girly” or “gay”?
Do you know why?
Do you want to know why?
Because our society thinks its degrading to be feminine.
GIVE THIS THING AS MANY NOTES AS POSSIBLE. EVERYBODY MUST SEE THIS AND HAVE IT ON THEIR BLOG. HOLY SHIT.
No its because most boys look ridiculous in girls clothes, but girls look decent in “boyfriend” clothes. Stop trying to make EVERY THING into some form of female oppression.
It’s not “boyfriend” clothes. Clothes do not inherently have gender, they are pieces of fabric and no one cares about your hetero insertions. There was a time when it was normal for young men to wear dresses, clothing was much more gender neutral.
Cute little boys in their boy dresses!
And dresses and skirts look fine on men:
In different cultures around the world different items of clothing are worn that in many countries would be seen as feminine:
And they all look fabulous as fuck, like wow!
The only reason you think so now is because you are socialised differently. Which is ok, that happens, but when you assert things as facts and don’t look at any of the culture behind them you looking like an anal fissure.
Do not project your issues onto other men, men can wear whatever the fuck they want and look fabulous as hell.
YES YES YES!
This is relevant to my interests.