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do you know how much of a letdown it was to grow up smelling the aged whiskey in my grandpa's pantry. the wine in my parents' dinner glasses. the anise liquor on summer evenings. and finally being of drinking age and finding out it all kinda just tastes like car exhaust
Paw prints from a cat on a 15th century manuscript
People might bring up Vincent van Gogh as an example of a painter who did great work in spite of, or because of, his suffering. I like to think that van Gogh would have been even more prolific and even greater if he wasn't so restricted by the things tormenting him. I don't think it was pain that made him so great, I think painting brought him whatever happiness he had.
—David Lynch
a specific type of suicidism that i haven’t seen anyone talk about yet is that suicidal people are unable to talk about their experiences, unfiltered, in mainstream online spaces. you look up the word “suicide” on any social media and you get a pseudo-nice message about how much the corporation really truly cares about you :(🫶
a few examples:
what this really is (allegedly) is a signal of not being liable should you die. connection, community, etc. for suicidal people doesn’t matter because suicide is a no-no word for corporations. so instead of being able to talk about your experiences as someone who lives with suicidality, you’re either forced to use advertiser-friendly toddlerspeak (e.g. “sewer slide”) costing you your dignity, or you get hotlines shoveled your way - hotlines that can call the police on you if you are too candid about your suicidal experience.
TL;DR: being a suicidal person violates community guidelines.
Nazis crashing the fuck out at Elmo for no reason is one of my new favorite genres. Literally this pic:
BRO IMAGINE BEEFING WITH ELMO???????? LIKE????? THE PUPPET???????? ON THE TV SHOW FOR KIDS????????????? BECAUSE HE'S *CHECKS NOTES* NICE TO EVERYONE?????????? HOLLYYY FUCKK SOME OF YOU TWITTER MFERS SHOULD LOWKEY JUST GO OUTSIDE AND EXPERIENCE THE SUN, GO PET A DOG AND EXPERIENCE THE WONDERS OF NATURE HOLY SHIT
Don't forget the followup
UNGRATEFUL tech companies are saying things like "turn off your ad blocker" and "we need your photo id" instead of "thank you so much for not just pirating our shit, youre so handsome"
Never forget
Banned from the hog calling contest for performance enhancing potions and brews
typical lack of true hog skill .
My hog calling salves and stews would literally kill you. Get off my posts.
Item: assortment of hog-calling-performance-enhancing salves and stews
I'm not blooming yet. I'm thawing. And today, that is enough.
I love the casual substitution of "gods" instead of "god" in colloquial sayings. "oh my gods" "gods, my feet hurt" etc etc. like yeah deconstruct the societal standard of monotheism with me. let's party
at my first job out of college we had an "all-hands" company meeting/retreat thing at Foxwoods Casino. because of who i am as a person, i brought a few blunts with me and ended up hotboxing my hotel room's bathroom (you're explicitly allowed to smoke in the rooms lol) with my coworkers one night. they were all 10-20 years older than me and one guy in particular hadn't smoked in years + was used to smoking dirt so he ended up zooted out of his mind. as he would tell the rest of us the next morning, instead of wandering back to his hotel room after leaving mine at 10pm like everyone else, he got EXTREMELY lost and somehow ended up in the closed, dark shopping mall attached to the casino.
for context, we were staying near the top of the building on the left, and he somehow got Iost in the U-shaped building on the right:
this 35yo man spent three hours high as fuck wandering around the literal backrooms looking for an exit before stumbling back onto the casino floor at 2am. probably one of the worst highs in recorded human history
the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.
the white-green gradient of a freshly chopped spring onion…. c'est magnifique
isnt this beautiful
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no more divine feminine/masculine as repackaged gender roles, no more crystals to cure cancer, no more higher self instead of looking at yourself, no more starseeds, no more fear mongering around protection magic, no more calling toxicity "energy vampirism", no more applying new age terms to folk practices, no more anthropomorphizing spirits, no more
The fact that there are gods with disabilities makes me so emotional. Hephaestus, Tyr, Hodr, Odin and other disabled deities just prove that being disabled is a vital part of the human experience, not a deviation from it, and that concept alone is so moving. Just like there are deities for specific human experiences like fertility or war, there are also deities with disabilities, which just proves that we have just as much of a place on this earth as mothers and warriors do. The idea of that has genuinely pulled me through some hard times.
