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flippyspoon

John Mulaney’s Sunday

the-bookshop

adeles

Mean Girls (2004)

vengeancemoths

sensory overload, or, as i like to call it,

birlinterrupted

I am abt to lose my fuckin mind because I happened upon this gender reveal party. and like it’s soo over the top expensive

And like I’m like. Oh great, a horse themed gender reveal party.

complete with like … just truly excessive foods and of course, themed cocktails

and this sign which like… the fragility of like *not* italicizing the word ‘colt’. Like imagine being this weird abt gender

with like, a bucket that eventually ‘revealed’ the gender

But like… the picture that really just completely undid me, for this party which surely was more money than many weddings -

it’s not a horse themed gender reveal party. It’s a gender reveal party FOR A HORSE. I can’t even like imagine the life that would lead to hosting a gender reveal party for a not-yet-born horse. Think abt getting an invitation to this. the cis are at it again.

cadaverkeys

its fall lads

wahtdahel-blog

One more young fighter. May God bless these beautiful souls

sunriseofflutes-deactivated2021

adult emailing culture is overthinking how polite you sound and forgetting to send the attachments

weirddyke

i truly believe that if u put love out into the world selflessly without thinking about what you’re getting in return you naturally get love back

lanfan

I think people w/o diabetes don’t understand how fucking dangerous of a disease it is. Like whether you have type 1 or 2 (or any other) it’s a v harmful and debilitating illness that can kill you v quickly if you’re not careful. I say this bc there are so many people who don’t think much of it, and can indirectly harm those who have it.

When I was working, i got in trouble for wearing my insulin pump bc it looked ‘unprofessional’. I’d calmly explain that taking it off could endanger my life and unless they wanted a scene where I’m hauled off on an ambulance and then a subsequent lawsuit, they better let me wear it. Another time I got in trouble bc it started beeping in front of a customer. I was asked to take my blood sugars only on my breaks, even though my doctor said I needed to take it every 3 hrs. I only got 1 half hour break 4 hrs into my shift, and 1 15 min break 6 hrs into my shift. And even when I brought in a dr note explaining why it was so important, I’d still get dirty looks from my bosses and asked to do it in the fucking pantry (since we didn’t have a break room). Like, I had to sit on a dirty ass stool in a cramped space, they wouldn’t let me use a booth. the compassion was non existent.

It may not look as dangerous or debilitating as an illness like cancer, but it is. When I experience low blood sugars, I exhibit symptoms that are scary as hell. My speech comes out slurred, and I get very sleepy/fatigued. My hands shake until I physically cannot hold onto anything, and my cognitive function becomes nonexistent. In fact, if someone is not there with me when I experience it, it can become 2x deadlier bc I don’t have any help.

Just, please recognize that diabetes is very real and serious and scary. ask ur diabetic friends/family how you can help them bc I can guarantee you there is something you can do that’ll make things easier. *For example, ask them where they keep their emergency sugar stashes, or their glucagon pen (and learn when and how to use it!). Find out ahead of time what they need you to do when they experience a high or low blood sugar. Remind them to take their meds or blood sugars when needed. Just be there for them and defend them against people who are ignorant.

*note: depending on the type of diabetes, their needs may differ. I’m going off of what I experience/need as a type 2 diabetic, and even then different people may need different things. Just ask.

Ppl w/o diabetes can nd should reblog, but don’t derail this post unless you have it.

topmeladies

My goal in life? Me and my girlfriend are on holiday somewhere where they speak Spanish. We’re at a restaurant. The server comes up to us to ask us what we want to order. I speak to the waiter. My Spanish is flawless. My girlfriend looks at me in awe. We don’t end up eating dinner bc we go back to the hotel where she fucks me senseless. The end.