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This was posted on a ‘second hand finds’ Facebook page…
…only to be followed by this amazing message.
The roller coaster ride started.
With a happy ending…
…and a sweet poem to finish.
Me when the obviously doomed character doesn't get a happy ending
why are scissors packaged the way they are it’s like they’re taunting us. Oh wow this is such a difficult awful packaging to get through that seems to cause physical damage to your hands as some sort of sick self defense mechanic, if only i had something to help get through it, something sharp perhaps
what sort of sick twisted game is it trying to play here
LEAVE ME ALONE
Moisturize me
Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?
It was a huge milestone of scientific and technological advancement. (Plus, at the time, politically significant). Humanity went to space! We set foot on a celestial body that was not earth for the first time in human history! That’s a big deal! I’ve never thought about it before but now that I have, it’s ridiculous to me that that’s not part of our everyday lives and the public consciousness anymore. Why don’t we have a public holiday and a family barbecue about it. Why have I never seen the original broadcast of the moon landing? It should be all over the news every year!
It’s July 20th. That’s the day of the moon landing. Next year is going to be the 54th anniversary. I’m ordering astronaut shaped cookie cutters on Etsy and I’m going to have a goddamn potluck. You’re all invited.
Hey. Hey. Tumblr. Ides of March ppl. We can do this
Hell yeah moon holiday
Ooh coming up we should celebrate
PITCH: We call it Moon Day, and then every 7 years when it falls on a Monday, that's an even BIGGER deal and we call that Moon Day Monday and go absolutely apeshit about it (the next Moon Day Monday is in 2026 so we have a couple trial runs first)
MOON DAY MOON DAY MOON DAY
moon day is 20th July!!!
Scheduling this a day earlier to remind you all and myself about the Moon Day tomorow!
Happy moon day to all who celebrate
This is your reminder to prep for Moon Day on July 20th.
MOON DAY MONDAY THIS MONTH NOT A DRILL!!!!!
makes me nervous when people talk about just skipping through work/school safety trainings…. like what if you’re the one who needed to see that ?
something that might be hard to grasp is that. physically disabled people can do everything "right", follow all the recommended programs from doctors and medical practitioners and lose weight and do this exercise and that diet and this and that and they still can stay disabled. they still can get worse.
and it's imperative to understand that. doing things this way can be soul crushing. it's difficult, if not impossible for some people. and many people will not be able to do things "right" and will stay disabled or get worse. some people might, accidentally or on purpose, make their disability worse themselves. and those people don't deserve to be disabled any more than people who you think doesn't.
we cannot, cannot assign a moral value to disability. disability isn't a punishment for doing right or wrong. it is not a judgement. there is no moral value associated with being disabled.
people you find wonderful will be disabled. people who you think suck will be physically disabled. people who had no pre-existing condition, who did everything "right" and were healthy before will be disabled. people who had absolutely no means to change their lifestyle, because of poverty or location or some systematic issue, will be disabled. and people will be disabled as a direct result of their choices.
none of that, absolutely none of it, is an indication of whether that person "deserves" to be disabled or not. none of it is a reflection of their moral character. disability is simply a neutral fact of life.
Okay so you know that Kinda Fucked Up Person™ feeling when like. Someone is nice to you at the exact right resonant frequency to make all the hairs on the back of your neck stand up
And it’s not even that they’re creepy or inappropriate but being around them gives you… like. That “someone is walking on your grave” type feeling?
What IS that, and is there a word for it? Because “pathological heebie-jeebies” isn’t getting me anywhere
And no I don’t mean “intuition” or “sixth sense” or anything like that, I mean. Like
Okay, so the dad I grew up with was an asshole, right? Bad with kids, didn’t like me, old-fashioned kinda guy. ‘Nuff said.
Now, the year I moved out, I was having a great day, out in public doing my thing. No buildup at all. But then this kid nearby started running around screaming, right? Not hurt or anything, just being a hyperactive kid
And her Dad called her over, and she didn’t listen, so I was kinda. Tense. You know? Trauma stuff, basic 1 for 1 reminders and all
But THEN instead of getting all angry-stumpy he just got down on her level, explained that if she kept running around she could get hurt or trip someone, and said that if she slowed down and held his hand then they could go to the park later. And she listened, and he gave her a hug, and they went about their day
And like
Sometimes when people are nice like that, it feels like your soul is throwing up? And I had to leave and have a panic attack by myself somewhere for a bit, which is WAY more extreme of a reaction than it normally is, but like
You know THAT feeling? That “everything is fine but it’s not” feeling?
Like when someone you don’t know very well tells you something incredibly personal and considerate and heartfelt or something and it feels like your skin is peeling off
What’s the WORD for that
Well I mean yeah but like. Other than that
I’m not finding any other good words for this so I’m calling it “The FreakyWeirds” and it’s when something is only Freaky because u are Weird
it's called Negative Affect Interference (NAI) and it is an observed phenomenon in PTSD
source: link
but FreakyWeirds also works
Oh wicked, thanks!
I hate ruminating on what could have been. Out here thinking "if only I locked in when I was 13" are we serious
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remember that guy that had a single auditory hallucination that told him he had a brain tumor and the exact location and then he went to the doctor and it was fucking right
I think there’s something that people don’t understand about disability and chronic illness: we’re just reallocating the same limited amount of energy. Of course, I can focus all my energy on planning making perfectly healthy home cooked meals three times a day, but then my apartment would get messy and I would need to neglect seeing friends and performing hygiene. I could pour all my energy into working out (apparently guaranteed to fix chronic illness, no less), but I would lose my job due to fatigue. I could pour all my energy into having the perfect insta-worthy minimalist Konmari apartment, but I would need to chuck over any time spent on myself or with my loved ones. I settle for sometimes eating boxed mac & cheese for dinner, I’m happy to get a long walk in as exercise, and I’m proud of myself for being able to keep the floor mostly swept. That isn’t me failing, that’s me living my best life.
I think this ties in nicely to the belief that poor people just need to budget better - while allocating things well helps, it doesn’t solve the problem of just not having enough to go around.
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