all this talk of vanilla extract is reminding me of this tumblr screenshot classic
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all this talk of vanilla extract is reminding me of this tumblr screenshot classic
I may be stupid but I really dont think there's much more to being a good person than "do not add to the suffering in the world"
I'm not in a position to enact meaningful change, I have to work hard every day just to take care of myself, but like, the least I could do is not be a bigot. That's something anyone can do. I can just live my humble, small life, and as long as I don't hurt people, and I help people when I see an opportunity that I'm capable of safely contributing to, I think that's probably enough
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The best part is OP got fired because their boss asked why they weren’t “incorporating blockchain technology” into the video switcher they were building and OP straight up said “you have no idea what you’re talking about” and went to lunch
My 4yo: *points to the label on my tea bag* what does that say?
Me: it says “over 300 years of experience”. It means the people at twinings have been making tea for 300 hundred years.
Her: *dramatic gasp* they haven’t even died?!
Me: *whispering* tea vampires…
Immortalitea.
You may live forever, but there is a steep cost.
there is something so darkly comical about tumblr potentially outliving twitter
tumblr, which is held together with duct tape and madness, run by three raccoons in blood stained Yahoo! hats and a handful of crabs, its only discernible source of income the sale of shoelaces from an inside joke so inside no one knows the original source anymore and fake blue checkmarks... that website still lives on
truly the cockroach of social media and I love it for that
Watching twilight on a poorly hung projector. (x)
theseus can get fucked
Any community is a walkable community if you don't mind getting fucking smashed to the consistency of grits by Brad in his Ford Garghonkulous 9000
(I hate it here)
Y'all ever tried walking places in America? Shit's fucking terrifying. I have to walk a ways along the Main Road to get to the neighborhood where I've been yoinking pavement plants and there's 0 shoulder to that road, just a drainage ditch. And with the way they build trucks nowadays, if you're under 5'6" and you step in the highway you'll be flat like a squirrel
You never see someone actually hauling shit in those big ass brand new pickup trucks
I can testify to this. I’m from the UK via Canada, and once upon a time my partner had to go to Dallas, Texas on business. I decided to tag along. While he was in meetings, I asked the desk clerk at the hotel reception for directions to the local shopping mall.
“You can’t walk there,” he said, horrified.
When pressed, he admitted the mall was about a mile away, and that to get there I had to walk up to the third set of traffic lights and then turn right. However, he was so adamant that he wouldn’t let me walk there and that he would call out the hotel limo for me (limo, lol) that I gave in, but I secretly planned to walk back to the hotel when I was done shopping.
Well, it was exactly as terrifying as you say. Cars whizzed by in every direction but the roads were otherwise empty of human life; the closest thing I could see to an actual human being was one of those inflatable dancing tube men at the second-hand car lot across the road. It occured to me that kidnappers/human traffickers could pull up alongside me and bundle me into their boot and no one would witness my disappearance, let alone help me. It was an eeire experience.
I was halfway back to the hotel when I realised a dark car was tailing me. The driver was hooting his horn. I walked faster, but I knew I had no real hope of escape if he was determined to grab me. I can’t tell you how frightened I was. Suddenly the car put on a burst of speed, shot ahead of me and then pulled up onto the pavement to block my path.
The driver got out. I recognised him. It was Chris the limo driver from the hotel: he’d been going back and forth, looking for me, because the desk clerk had been afraid I’d try to walk back by myself.
I’ve never quite figured out how to reconcile the genuine kindness and thoughtfulness of all the people I met in Dallas with the scary nature of the environment they had built for themselves.
The reason Americans think the rest of the world is like the US is if we all knew things could be different, we'd burn this place to the ground and start over.
Much of American politics is shaped by the fact that so many Americans can't afford to travel outside the country
I wanted to reblog this version again because that last paragraph of @allsortsoflicorice's reply has stuck in my head
It reminded me of the time when I and my brother tried to walk down the road to a farm nearby that has a place that's open to the public where they sell, like, canned stuff and jam and whatnot. It was absolutely terrifying because the road has no shoulder and there's a barbed wire fence like a few feet away from it, so you're tramping through tall weeds the whole time. But not only that, in the span of that one-mile journey, TWO (2) different people stopped in the road to ask us if we were having car trouble and needed help.
Like Americans, at our best, have the sort of helpfulness toward strangers that is shaped by living in an environment very hostile to human life.
That post about things that identify Americans in other countries hit my dash again today and the list item about the "overpreparedness" of American tourists really hit different
Like yeah, it makes perfect sense that we'd look like we're prepared for an uncharted jungle when visiting another country, we're used to every man-made thing sorta passively wanting us dead
I most recently saw that reblogged by someone from Europe tagging with observations that nothing on that list is complimentary, special highlight to that same bullet point
which I was in agreement with until I realized they meant the overpreparedness bullet point is not complimentary about American tourists, rather than being a factual observation about American tourists that inherently makes an uncomplimentary point about US cities
there are parts about our culture that do need to change, desperately. but i think to disassociate culture from the realities of the physical place and what it means to live there does a disservice to both the person attempting to understand the culture as well as the people whose culture is being observed.
to put it another way: i have become way more understanding of other cultures by realizing two things: 1) nothing, nothing at all, about the way i live my life is inherent to what it means to live a meaningful/"worthy" life and 2) every "weird" thing about a culture, every "gross" or "rude" or "barbaric" thing, HAS A REASON for being that way, and that reason is usually related to the realities of living there and the structural inequalities present there.
humans are incredibly adaptable. we come up with solutions to problems without even thinking too hard - it's just who we are. but part of that means our solutions can look "weird" or "gross" or "rude" or "barbaric" to others, because most of the time those solutions weren't some kind of globally recognizable scientifically tested panacea, it was humans coming together and finding out things work best this way in this place, and then telling a story abt why so their kids would remember.
it is important to think critically about cultural problems - it is crucial to be able to recognize when something is genuinely dangerous or cruel and needs to change. but it is equally important to be compassionate towards the people who live in that culture and understand that 1) they didn't wake up and decide to live this way, it was developed over time and they were born into it and 2) change can only ever happen from within, both because that's the ethically responsible thing AND, to put it ruthlessly, because that's the most effective thing.
no amount of finger wagging will fix car culture in america.
This reply is so insightful and having studied lots of history I can say that this is an important idea to apply—people in an unfamiliar place or time are doing their best with what they have
me going thru an artists entire spotify discography to confirm i only like one single song
is it so bad to want to kill everyone at all times
went on a walk smelled the pine trees. im fine now
crave blood again
Everything I am dies. Some new man goes sauntering away. And I’m dead. Not anymore.
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duality
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Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy’s first law of Equivalent Exchange.
torchwood was wild for being like “anyway it’s 2006, which means society is now ready for a tv show about alien hunting bisexuals” like they did it in terrible ways but they really were like “every character on this show will get gay kissed” and then committed. they knew they were going to get characterized as the r-rated inappropriate spinoff that parents would disapprove of so they were like “might as well make this science fiction for the bisexuals.”
I hate bright ass fucking LED headlights or whatever the hell they are
this post was originally about the gameboy color but you homos just have to make it about Men’s Tits
A week in Taiwan.
Most of the time, I was alone.
A week in Taiwan.
Most of the time, I spoke to no one.
A week in Taiwan.
Yet, why do feel even more alone now that I'm home?
A week in Taiwan.
You go home every day knowing that no one is waiting for you.
A week in Taiwan is over.
You go home expecting them to miss you even for just a little.
They didn't.
Your week in Taiwan is over.
Your week of delusions is over.
You're weak. Now, you're over.