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I just saw a fanfic author on tiktok advertising their fic like booktok does and peace and love but friend. your real life actual face??? associated with your fic???
listen, as far as y'all are concerned, I am a sentient seal with access to a keyboard, and we’re leaving it at that
More stories from hell (retail) today I was ringing up this lady and she goes oh I want to do part of this on a gift card and the rest on normal card and I go ok and then she hands me a folded piece of paper. I think oh OK it must be folded around the gift card, right? Wrong. It is a folded sheet of 8×11 printer paper with "$40" written on the inside in ballpoint pen. I go what is this. She says a gift card. I say this is not a gift card. She says yes it is. I say this is a piece of paper with "$40" written on it. She says "well it's a gift card." I say it absolutely is not. I am grinding my teeth. She says well I want to use it. I say you physically cannot do that bc it is a piece of paper. I cannot scan or swipe it. I apologize, as if this is my fault, and not because she is completely insane. I hate it here
She literally said
Just a reminder that you can be severely mentally ill and still happy.
vast swathes of young people becoming more and more empowered to voice reactionary sentiments towards all kinds of disabled people because their internet circles collectively decided that someone on tiktok was annoying about their adhd
i hate the atomising of any and all quirks into "symptoms" of "neurodivergence" with nary an impetus towards antipsych or the social model of disability to be seen as much as everyone else but good fucking god a significant number of us actually cannot fucking do certain things no matter how much you berate us or make that incapacity into reasonable internet meme currency
Sksksksksksk get my ass
taking this one out of the notes because i’ve been seeing more and more of those posts from leftists a la ‘how are you planning to aim bricks at cops and overthrow the government if you’re afraid of asking for directions on the street’
for a deeper insight into this, i suggest reading johanna hedva’s 2016 essay sick woman theory which posits that exact question. if your leftist activism does not include disabled people, who is it even intended for? who is integrated into your utopian vision of the future?
im glad we all agree
I’m sorry but I love this
Streaming companies are the landlords of media. You will rent in perpetuity, and never actually own anything.
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1. Download Firefox
2. Add the following extensions: uBlock Origin, AdBlocker Ultimate, Privacy Badger, Privacy Possum, minerBlock (ClearURLs and Don’t track me Google also recommended but not necessary for this)
3. Go forth brave soldier
Pros of having a brain that makes very fast associations: Good comebacks and jokes.
Cons of having a brain that makes very fast associations: that story about how you broke your foot reminded me of a fun fact about lizards.
the gasp i gusped when i just opened one of my words with friends games
it would have been 69 points too this is a hate crime
I like saying "I'll allow it" only in contexts where I have no power or authority
Mortifying ordeal of telling a funny story from your actual life to a group of people at school and someone saying they saw the same story on tumblr, meaning the only way to defend your honor would be to out yourself as the author of the tumblr post (unthinkable)
This is like the modern version of those ballads where a man is accused of murder but can't prove his innocence because his alibi is that he was with his friend's wife.
Some of yall need to be more embarrassed about what yall say online and im not talking about the fandom people because at least they have friends that share their niche interests. Some of yall dont even have that and be on here talking to strangers any kind of way and then wonder why ur lonely. Like girl it’s because u are awful to be around
SInce when is "yall" a valid word? Honestly, it pisses me off to reduce two words to one, especially since the other defines a human being.
bro you're seizing the day too much you're gonna give yourself carpal diem
Sometimes I forget that I really am pretty weird and my experiences are fairly far afield from “normal.”
This girl who I vaguely knew from the coffee shop showed up one day and said she thought her mom had died that morning and I figured she was probably overreacting so I said I’d go check with her and it turns out her mom HAD died but we honestly weren’t sure when it had happened so I lifted her off the bed and attempted CPR and then ended up having to talk to cops and this poor girl’s family for HOURS as she called her dad and brothers and the cops wanted to know if the mom was on any medications or if she had been depressed and I was like “I have no idea, I had literally never met the lady and I don’t even know the family’s last name, the first ever full conversation I had with the daughter was this morning.” And apparently THAT was super suspicious or something.
So anyway that was a rough day and the next day I go into the coffee shop and the manager (who is basically never in) comes over and says “Debbie says you had a rough day yesterday.” And I was like “uh, yeah. It was pretty weird.” And then he was like “Debbie says that you handled it really well. And that you filled out an application to work here a couple weeks ago.” And I was like “I guess?” And he was like “Okay you can do a training shift today and you’re on your own tomorrow. We don’t normally hire people under 21 and we don’t normally hire regulars so don’t fuck up.” (I was 18)
So I started working at the cash-only coffee shop that was patronized exclusively by the weirdest people in town (who had all slept with each other, had no money, and had the most drama of any group I’ve ever been part of) and was used to launder money made by the owner’s cocaine sales for the local gang.
The first shift I worked alone was the next night and when I called the manager and told him one of the regulars had been chasing people out of the parking lot to sell meth the manager told me to ban him so I was like “Hey dude, manager says you’re banned” and he was like “You’re a fucking cunt and I’m going to wait until you’re alone and I’m gonna fucking kill you” and then he drove around the block about twenty times and screamed “cunt” out the window every time he passed by where I was cleaning the patio.
One of the regulars, who was a nearly-seven-foot-tall hacker and gunsmith who worked graveyard in Hollywood, waited around for me to finish closing and then offered to drive me home because otherwise I’d have to walk three miles alone and there was that whole “circling meth dealer” thing going on. I decided to take a chance on getting a ride from tall, dark, and scary and that paid off pretty well because it’s been fifteen years and I’ve been married to that tall weirdo since 2011.
And that’s how I got my first non-porn job.
Just about every paragraph I was going “Okay, that’s pretty weird, but surely this is as weird as the story gets” and I was Mistaken.