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GOOD LUUUUCK FOR 2019 | Cr twt kooktamin_jk
No offense but literally nothing and no one is and will ever be out of your league. Nothing is too good for you. Nobody has the right to make you feel like you are not enough or less than you are, you deserve the world.
I hope you find someone that is emotionally, intellectually and sexually compatible to you.
stop being friends with people you don’t really like stop following people you don’t really like stop checkin up on people you don’t really like
I hope love, health, inner peace, strong friendships and wealth find you in 2019!
I hope patience and perseverance finds you in 2019
I hope tranquility and fullness finds you in 2019
I hope those good things you’ve been hoping for show themselves in 2019
I hope you’ll get the support and caring you need in 2019
I hope love, health and abundance of only positive things finds you in 2019
I hope you reach a personal goal in 2019, no matter how small!
One reason why I love anime. The emotion of the voice acting is too strong
did
did this anime waifu just tear down the edgy pretentious pseudointellectual facades we construct for ourselves as an obfuscating substitute for actual worth of character and accuse us of being so wrapped up in our own insular self-validating atrophied emotional comfort zones that we can only relate to others through pop culture allusions and mental dominance contests instead of a genuine emotional connection between two human beings
what the hell man
at first i read the above explanation thinking it was just a bunch of long thrown in words meant to make something simple complicated….but that is the perfect explanation for what I just watched
It’s been mentioned many times before, but the voice actress did this in a SINGLE take… makes it all the more impressive
I reblogged this yesterday with no comment, but after watching the clip again… no. No, that response up there with all the big words?
That’s exactly what the character was telling her counterpart to knock off. Big words. Big words with the assumption that everybody listening or reading will understand or have the energy and means to research what they don’t. Big words that communicate a big ego and little consideration for others.
She’s telling him to come off his pedestal and talk to her as himself, with his own words - words she can understand, because no, she’s not a walking dictionary or thesaurus or history book or anything like that, and unlike him she also doesn’t pretend to be, even though she’s arguably just as “exposed” to all these things by way of his presence in her life as he is by way of his presence on the internet.
What is “obfuscating”? What is “insular”? What is “pseudointellectual”? Fine that you seem to know their definitions, but you aren’t addressing an audience that can or should be expected to know those things. For god’s sake, I do know those things and I still had to keep stopping to figure out what the hell was being said.
She doesn’t understand these things because he never tries to help her understand. She doesn’t understand why he thinks he’s educated and edgy just because he talks about blood and knows a little bit about this religion and that world issue. She very clearly wants to understand, but he’s so busy being clever that all she gets out of him is, “It’s really cool, but you wouldn’t understand it.”
So no, that… big jumble of words up there is not what’s going on. What’s going on is that an anime character just called the internet age on its bullshit.
And while she was at it, she threw some damn heavy shade at everybody who uses their entire stock of big words in casual settings without stopping to read the room and consider their audience.
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this right here is so fucking important. As someone with ADHD, I struggled with having to decipher this bullcrap in my Liberal Arts classes or any time I needed to read shit for essays and it felt like pulling teeth. I would always think. “DUDE you’re talking about art!! Fuck off with the big words and just tell why I should give a shit about this damn painting!!” I’m not saying if you use big words fuck you I’m saying if you ONLY use big words fuck you. Especially when you’re to talking down to me about something I should understand. It’s a social wall that will leave you feeling cold and lonely up on your high horse. and If you do this and want to knock it off:
Don't always say: pseudointellectual
Try to say: pretentious or full-of-it
Don’t always say: insular
Try to say: ignorant or a don’t know don’t care attitude
Don’t always say: obfuscating
Try to say: Confusing or messed up
Soon you’ll find that people with actually wanna talk to you/ read what you write if they can understand what fuck you’re even on about!
TOMORROW IS CHRISTMAS EVE!!!
TODAY IS CHRISTMAS EVE!!!
TODAY IS CHRISTMAS DAY
CHRISTMAS IS ALREADY FUCKING OVER
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
CHRIST
A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was “he’s got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so he’d be more comfortable” and it made me realise the world isn’t all that bad
#this is team skull
The pet store I worked at had a pen with rabbits near the front door. On every side of the pen were huge signs saying “You can pet me, but don’t pick me up!” One day two absolutely huge guys came in and one immediately reaches into the pen to grab a rabbit. Before i could say anything his friend grabbed his arm and asked him “did you see the sign?” He said “yeah! it says that you can pick them up but don’t pet them!” Then he went quiet for a moment and softly said “I didn’t read it right did I?” And his friend just puts his arm on his shoulder and said “its ok, i know you’ve got that thing where words get mixed up. Let just pet these cute lil shits” And I still haven’t gotten over that interaction.
I was walking my dog through Boston bc he likes the likes car rides. He’s a little thing tbh we call him short and long. So this huge scary man with a full beard approaches me like “hey can my buddy and I pet your dog? He gets nervous around dogs but your’s is so small I think it’s a good place to start.” Ofc I was like “yes he’s very friendly!” So this guy brings his equally big friend over and they sit on the floor while this man looks terrified of my tiny dog so big man number one asks “can I pick him up?” And i say yes so he picks him up and puts him on man number two’s lap and man number two is abt to freak out and his friend straight up just goes “hey man, it’s okay just relax I’d never let anything hurt you. He’s a good boy.” I’ll never forget it ever bc I know that man looked at me (5'3 , glasses, probably wearing a sweater vest) and my dog (kinda goofy looking little thing) and was like ‘ah yes the two least intimidating living things I’ve seen in Boston all day he’ll feel relaxed around them’ and went out of his way to help his friend. It makes me so happy
My husband had this Dungeons and Dragons group ages ago, and one of the guys was TERRIFIED of cats. The moment he sees one he freezes up and can barely breathe. Said guy is almost seven feet tall and solid wall of muscle. Whenever he came over I’d put the cats in the bedroom and chill out with a book because my cats don’t like being shut away without one of us.
One of my cats was pawing at the door and meowing loudly, an indication she REALLY needs to use the litter box. I let her out and decide, hey, I’m hungry, and decide to the kitchen. I forgot to shut the bedroom door.
Next thing I hear is the group going completely silent. My husband very calmly asks me to come over and help him gather our two cats up. I go over to where the group is and my black cat, Cacoa, is rubbing up against the guy’s leg, purring, and doing her “let me on your lap” meow. The other cat, Jasper, is sitting at the window, chilling out. I go over and pick up Cacoa and tell the big dude she’s harmless, loves laps, and would be thrilled if he pet her. Very slowly he touches my cat’s face, and she leans right into his hand. He then pets her back and sighs because she’s really soft and purring like mad. After a few minutes he asks how to pick her up and if it’s okay if she sits on his lap.
He spent the next six hours spoiling my cat. The next week he showed up with cat treats and toys because he fell in love with the cats. He told me he was doing some research on house cats, and even talked to a vet about them. A couple months later he adopted two cats and was as thrilled and excited as a new parent.
Oh no a new one!!!
Blessed post.
I used to work at this stable for icelandic horses and every now and then this man would turn up by the field to just watch the horses. One time I walked by him as I was going to get the horses inside, and he went ”I always wanted to learn how to ride but I’m afraid of horses because they’re so huge. If I could ride ponies like this, maybe I’d dare but now I’m too big and heavy for them.” You should have seen his face when I told them that actually they’re not ponies, just small horses and they could totally carry him. His face just lit up. Next thing I’m helping him to get on back. Today he knows how to ride.
A few years ago my sister and I were in Daytona Beach, and we saw this huge, burly biker. Looked like the stereotypical biker: big black beard, the goggles, leather, and a bandana. He also had a baby carrier, and in that baby carrier was a tiny little orange Pomeranian. We complimented his dog and he said, in one of the deepest voices I’ve ever heard, “thanks, his name’s Little Bear!” And he told us about how he’d take Little Bear out on his motorcycle everyday and how much the dog loved it.
Such a lovely post.
American Terrorism… Lynching Postcards
Terrorism is defined as “the use of violence and intimidation in the pursuit of political aims.” Western media likes to paint terrorists with a brown face, but one of the most horrific campaigns of terror happened in the past century on American soil – the estimated 3,436 lynchings of black American men and women between 1882 and 1950, intended to control and intimidate the recently freed black population. There is nothing more disturbing than being confronted with visual evidence of humanity’s dark heart, especially when it is evidence of a widespread, mainstream hatred for and violence towards one another. Hatred that stems from fear, and is driven by religion and a belief that murder is morality made distorted flesh; violence that aims to cow and suppress any aspirations a community might have for equality and a brighter future.
When I came across this collection of American postcards from James Allen and John Littlefield, published in a book entitled Without Sanctuary, I saw how important it is to look at these images, today more than ever. These postcards were made to commemorate events that made many American white people feel proud – of their race, of their superiority, of their civilization and their intelligence. They took photos of their disgusting, cowardly accomplishments and memorialized them for future generations, to be found and collected and remembered by their descendents. On the backs, they wrote to friends and family in sociopathic excitement about the mob the participated in. These postcards capture the mobs witnessing with glee the murder of young men and women, whose most serious crime was the color of their skin. The corpses hanging and charred in these postcards lived in a world that counted down the days until their murder from the second they drew air into their infant lungs. This history is potent, stomach-churning and of essential importance to the America of today, and to the world of today. And the most striking thing about these photographs is that they don’t erase the perpetrators like many histories and memorials do today, preferring to focus on who was victimized rather than on those who proudly – and with government backing – tortured, raped and murdered people. The murderers in these photos stand proud, grown men looking at the camera with the smiling conviction that the teenage boy they just killed, one against a hundred, was deserving of their hatred, fear and frustration. No grand jury needed; the law was in the hands of the murderers.
History is not linear; history is happening all around us, all the time. These photos are context, they are reality, they are pictures of American terrorism. Read James Allen’s commentary below and be aware that these photos are sickening, and all too real.
Africans in America mounted resistance to white people lynchings in numerous ways. Intellectuals and journalists encouraged public education, actively protesting and lobbying against lynch mob violence and government complicity in that violence. The National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP), as well as numerous other organizations, organized support from white and black Americans alike and conducted a national campaign to get a federal anti-lynching law passed. African American women’s clubs raised funds to support the work of public campaigns, including anti-lynching plays. Their petition drives, letter campaigns, meetings and demonstrations helped to highlight the issues and combat lynching.[4] In the Great Migration, extending in two waves from 1910 to 1970, 6.5 million African Americans left the South, primarily for destinations in northern and mid-western cities, both to gain better jobs and education and to escape the high rate of violence.
From 1882 to 1968, “…nearly 200 anti-lynching bills were introduced in Congress, and three passed the House. Seven presidents between 1890 and 1952 petitioned Congress to pass a federal law.”[5] In 1920 theRepublican Party promised at its national convention to support passage of such a law. In 1921 Leonidas C. Dyer from Saint Louissponsored an anti-lynching bill; it was passed in January 1922 in the United States House of Representatives, but a Senate filibuster by the Southern white Democratic block defeated it in December 1922. With the NAACP, Representative Dyer spoke across the country in support of his bill in 1923 and tried to gain passage that year and the next, but was defeated by the Southern Democratic block.
DO NOT BE SCARED TO REBLOG THIS. WHETHER YOU OR YOUR FOLLOWERS WANT TO SEE THIS OR NOT, IT NEEDS TO BE SEEN.
Oh my fucking god. This was a fucking hundred years ago. These were your grandparents parents.
POSTCARDS?!?
White people were the first terrorist…
Never forget.
White people own your history
Reblogging twice because I wish somebody would tell me something.
Stay woke, this shit still lives…
smdh. They ain’t shit
the thing about being someone who’s never catcalled is that you start to wonder why like is it because im ugly???
and then you realize that youre judging your worth by whether or not you are objectifiable to a man and thats so fucked up like honestly its so fucked up
but the worst part about the patriarchy is that it still sits at the back of your mind regardless like “nobody thinks youre pretty because they dont see you as a sex object” like somehow thats a desirable thing and it fucks me up
You’re either public property or completely invisible.
hope your pets stay healthy in 2017
I almost didn’t blog this and felt guilty
Not risking it
hope ya pets even healthier in 2018
hope your pets discover immortality in 2019
Signs you grew up lonely
- Chasing people who don’t want you
-Making up lots of stories and worlds
-Overtalking whenever there’s someone to talk to
-Excessive reading
-Daydreaming
-Clinging emotionally to others
-Being the ‘disposable’ friend in the group
-Excessive baths
-Talking to oneself
-Obsessive friendships
-Excessive helpfulness
I think kissing is so underrated. Sitting in someone’s lap and just making out for hours is a big mood.
Imma kissing ass nigga 🤷🏾♂️
^^^^^
I love kissing .. it takes you there
“Girls want a Superman, but they walk past a Clark Kent every day”
You fuckin CLOWNS think you’re a CLARK KENT? Not on my fuckin watch. You dumb, headass motherfuckers are barely a Guy Gardner and you think you’re a CLARK KENT? The amount of disrespect is unreal.
Listen here, wannabes: My boi Clark is 240 lbs of PURE KANSAS BEEF trained from a young age by Ma Kent to Love and Respect women as the Intelligent, Independent beings they are. He is shy rambling about tractors and casually moving the copy machine when my pen falls behind it and he would NEVER demand I be sexually or romantically interested just because he’s nice.
Y’all ain’t Clark Kent.
I have never hit the reblog button so damn fast.
“barely a Guy Gardner” is the sickest comics related burn I’ve heard to date.
no offense but I’ve never gotten over anything that’s happened to me in my life
Lmao 😂
merry christmas to everyone who didn’t get presents today because their family couldn’t afford it and merry christmas to everyone who couldn’t make it home for the holidays and merry christmas to everyone spending it alone i want you all to know that i hope you all have a great great end of the year and i love you all and even if your holidays weren’t how you pictured them i hope you still have a good rest of the holidays and year